#this being so short is so criminal agh

[kocherry]

A Gift to the Beetle Gladiator

Arataki Itto x Reader

Hehe I just really love Itto sm and I've always wanted to write a fic about him so do enjoy this 1.2k short fic! It's just pure fluffiness to my babygirl Itto ♡

The Onis were a race that Inazumans once feared and they still do. More often now it's more of a prejudice against them. A perfect example of such situation is a young oni known as Arataki Itto.

A good for nothing deliquent... but to you he's more than that.

People often don't see beyond his usual loudness and idiocy. Itto is actually a good person at heart, he lives life the way he wants and there's nothing wrong with it. Maybe except for the times he makes children cry but that's on them... right?

"Dear Almighty Shogun I have it bad for him..."

Groaning into a pillow you turn your head to the side. Everything about Itto is just really endearing. He's like that annoying little shit that comes and go but he grows on anyone. You even defended that idiot from children who quarreled with him.

And you even promised to go with him in Onikabuto hunting and treat him to dinner tonight. So you rose from your futon and grabbed your gift for him.

You held the purple colored stuffed toy on your hands. It is quite large and had white mark designs on it. A really good replication of an Onikabuto but it's just soft and big.

Choosing this as a gift for Itto started because you thought that the Onikabuto and Itto have a lot of similarities. Well, aside from just being there doing nothing all day. They may look scary or even revolting but if you get to know them they're quite adorable.

Brushing those thoughts aside you place the stuffed toy into a box. You hurriedly changed into your usual yukata and went to the meeting spot. It was just an area outside of the city where the view of Amakane Island is just up ahead.

A small smile is brought up to your face as you see a familiar tall figure with silver hair with red highlights. Itto wasn't looking at your direction which made you grin evilly. This was a perfect time to sneak behind his back.

You were tiptoeing while holding your gift protectively but as you drew closer you could hear Itto's mutterings. And what you heard made your heart ache.

"Okay it's not that bad you always hear them telling you're a bad influence, a scary oni, or even a criminal!" Itto exaspertedly threw his hands on the air venting out his frustrations.

You stopped walking as Itto place a hand below his chin. His eyes looks like he was about to cry. "(Y/N) would never hate me like what that guy said... yeah they'll be here and come with me again to an onikabuto hunting!" He could recall how one parent is angry at him for making their child cry earlier.

That said parent made a back handed comment about you being too good for someone like him. Which made Itto place both hand on the sides of his head as he try to fight off what the guy had said.

"Or maybe... they finds that boring? Agh! I'm sure she doesn't mind! Even if people doesn't like me and the onis in general (Y/N) said that I'm their friend. If they do hate me they would tell me... (Y/N) would never lie to me."

This side of Itto, full of self-doubt and anguish is something you didn't expect to see. He usually is so bright, positive, and hyper all the time. Seeing Itto depricating himself is a rare occurance. It shattered your image over him... and yet his vulnerability made you admire him more.

Itto kept this negativity to himself all because he doesn't want to be seen as weak. If he did succumb to the prejudice and petty words then he would surely lose sight of his goals. The goal of living a fun life and letting people see that Onis aren't monsters.

"Itto I'm here!"

"(Y-Y/N)! Were you there this whole time?!" He stuttered at your sudden appearance and he looked afraid.

You purse your lip and restrained yourself from looking at him sadly. "Huh? No no I just got here, sorry I'm late... I really am excited to hangout with you." You played dumb but you were honest about being excited to see him.

"Don't worry there is a perfect reason why I'm a few minutes late... it's because of this!"

You were going to give the gift to him after dinner so you can run away in embarassment after you confess. But Itto needs to be reassured that you don't hate him. His feelings mattered more than your grand plan of confessing.

The box is huge and Itto's eyes lit up as he grabs your gift and takes it. "A gift for me?! The One and Oni Arataki Itto gets a gift from you, (Y/N)?!" He excitedly bounce as he points a finger at himself. You just nodded happily which made Itto tear the box apart as he brings out a stuffed Onikabuto toy that is the size of Ushi.

His silent reaction made you nervous as you rub your hands together. "Uhm do you like it? I made you a really big onikabuto plushie since you are after all... dun dun dun! The Greatest and Most Powerful Beetle Gladiator of all time!" Your voice is a bit shakey but you manage to tell Itto about why you had chosen to make a stuffed toy.

Itto then suddenly tackles you into a hug, the onikabuto plushie is the one that separated his bare chest from ever hitting your face. "Like it?! I absolutely love it (Y/N)! Hehehe!" He pulls away from.the hug holdimg the plushie in one hand while he brushes his nose with his finger.

"I know you recognize my truest strength! I'm just that great aren't I?!" He is spectacularly happy right now which made you also feel the same. "But really... thank you so much this means a lot I was a little sad earlier becausw of... stuffs!" For a second his expression is saddened. "Ah but don't worry I cheered up now all because of you!"

He leans down to your height and pats your head. You were a blushing mess at this point as his touch is gentle. And in return you brush his soft silver hair painted in red highlights away from his cheek and kiss his forehead gently.

"You're welcome and I would always make you happy because I like you very much Itto." You confess with a smile not able to really hold back.

Itto's eyes widen and then he lets out a laugh, "Awww I like you too (Y/N)~!" He ruffles your head again. "You're now my favorite person in aaaaaaall of Inazuma~! But don't tell the gang that I don't want to be accused of favoritism."

You want to feel dejected because he didn't seem to get the idea that you were confessing to him. But oh well! That really doesn't matter for now.

Maybe someday you would confess your crush to Itto properly. For now you enjoyed how he smiles at you softly while hugging the Onikabuto plushie you gave him. Your feelings just grew because you learned something new.

Itto is quite an energetic and positive fella but that doesn't mean he would be immuned to the prejudice against him. And you were for sure not going to let Itto doubt himself ever again. And seeing Itto hold your gift dearly while giggling... you were definitely going to protect that smile.

#arataki itto #itto #arataki itto x reader #itto x reader #arataki itto fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #fluff and comfort #itto being a himbo and reader loving everything about him #gender neutral reader #itto x gn reader

[riddle-me-ri]

I just saw requests were opened and I had to come by 🥳 since it is the month of November I would like to ask how are the ozzies handling NNN 👀

A/N: Asdfgh ahhhh well had to get this done before November ends lmao. I thought about this request with my colony the minute it hit my inbox lmao

How the Penguins Handle NNN 

Trigger Warnings: for those that don’t know, NNN is No Nut November, nothing explicit but definitely suggestive in case that makes you uncomfy.

So first things first, I have no idea why but I feel like I ought to say this. But I feel like normally most of the Penguins would fare pretty well. One because they're fueled mostly on loathing and pure spite (which love that for them) and two because they don't have someone to constantly tease them and tip them over the edge and as rough cut as some of these Penguins are they all have their own set of disciplines they stay strong too. 

Basically I have thought about this way too hard and for too long just ignore me.

Also each Pengy has a rating out of 10 for how well they'd do. 

1 being didn't even try, lost back in October and through all of November.

10 being MVP man's has mad discipline but once it hits December 1st pengy will pounce.

Arkhamverse Penguin (7 out of 10): 

This Penguin is fairly preoccupied. Running an underground criminal empire requires a lot of attention. There’s always something going on in Bludhaven. He has to check on imports and exports, keeping track of his henchmen, keeping constant eye out for Batman. 

In fact, you’re so aware of how busy he is, you don’t even find it in you to tease him like you planned. Maybe a lingering touch here and there but nothing to provocative. 

However, it's easy for things to get…frustrating. For him to have a lot of pent up anger and you're the best stress relief before he absolutely explodes. 

"C'mere love, I need you…"

You remind him of the challenge. 

"What? Love, I could care less about some silly challenge. I'm asking you nicely, don't make me get rough with ya.." 

Farrell/Reevesverse Penguin (11 out of 10): 

Now, this Oswald will absolutely rock the shit out of this. 

He sees a challenge and he seeks to overcome it regardless of the stakes. This man has never come up short on any obstacle that’s come his way, what’s a fun little game of who has the weakest resolve? 

He’s also one of the few that would actively be trying to knock you off your game too. He’s a shameless flirt as is, but expect him to notch it up to 100 at this point. 

“Aww, don’t get mad sweetheart…don’t hate the player, hate the game. But you gotta admit the reward will be worth it.” He winked. 

Gotham Penguin (7.5 out of 10): 

I’m not going to lie…I had the hardest time thinking of a rating and scenario for this Oswald, because I feel like…agh

He’ll definitely be a difficult nut to crack (pun…probably intended). I mean he’s known for being the biggest moonlighter of Fish and Maroni, he can be extremely disciplined and determined to see the light at the end of the tunnel to power through the month. 

However, he’s also prone to stress and pressures constantly building up inside of him. He will hold out until about the last week of the month. Something happens, the straw broke the camel’s back and he needs you. 

You are a strong comfort for him, he doesn’t have to be The Penguin, The Mayor, The King of Gotham…none of those things, he can just be Oswald. The way you caress him, hold him, love him…

“I don’t care…the…fun of it is gone...I just really need you, please.”

Yeah, he gets closer than a few of these Oswald’s to winning, but honestly, when he’s got you he’s already won.

BTAS Penguin (10 out of 10):

Ah, the true gentleman. 

This Oswald may struggle a wee bit here and there. Especially with you teasing him, constantly at every turn. Face flushed red, absolutely biting a hole in his lower lip, almost ripping his hair out.

However, mind you this one is a true gentleman first and he can and will continue to show restraint. Any time he wishes to absolutely ravish you, he spoils you instead. He’ll almost make you feel bad for being such a tease, because he flips it and acts so sweet in return.

“Ah, ha, yes I see. As much as the feeling is mutual, there is a greater achievement to be had! But don’t be fooled, dove. I won’t forget your…advances.” 

TNBA Penguin (9.8 out of 10): 

This Penguin isn't much different from BTAS Penguin and Reevesverse Penguin. 

He sees a challenge with you and he accepts it, especially if the reward is you at the end of it. 

Oswald notices you teasing him from time to time. Trying to get him to bend, sometimes he's almost at the breaking point but you pull back. 

He warns you, teasingly so not to keep pushing or he may push back. 

“Thin ice, darling, thin ice…win or lose I always get what I desire.”

Telltale Penguin (7 out of 10): 

This proud prick. 

He’d talk a big game for sure, saying that he’s passed the month before with flying colors. Although, you know why that is…you weren’t there. He was distracted with his plans to take everything away with the Wayne name attached to it…well, not anymore. 

Oz will put up an air-tight resolve for a good few weeks of the month. You haven’t quite laid the flirting down thick, not yet. There’s a method to it. 

A lingering touch on his shoulder, a peck at night on his jaw line around the middle of the month. But then near the end, like the last week; you’ll accidentally forget your change of clothes for after your shower. 

Much like other Penguins, he has his frustrations, but instead of it being outside sources, this is purely pent-up aggravation from not being able to touch you for long periods of time. 

“I gotta say, love. I’m damn near at my breaking point here…not sure if that’s a good or bad thing for you.” Oz growled.

One Bad Day Penguin (10 out of 10): 

Aww, this is cute. He thought.

If you’ve read the comic, you know this man is determined and resilient. But he also knows how to play the game. Whether it’s a turf war or who gives in to their unadulterated desires first…he knows what cards to play and how to play them. 

You best believe he’s an active player too. 

He’ll tease you first, if you don’t. He’s not afraid to make the first move, especially if it means throwing you off. 

Oswald will pull you to his lap. He’ll teasingly squeeze your sides and thighs.

When you look back at him with a certain displeased look. 

He grins and winks. “Don’t look at me like that, you know I play to win, babe.”

The Batman (2004) Penguin (-100 out of 10):

Listen, listen, this little gremlin has little to no self preservation whatsoever. He’s also arguably one of the most unhinged members of my colony.

Ozzy would talk such a big game about being a winner, how he'd sail through this month.

But you literally don't have to do anything and he'd bust.

You don't even have to tease him. You could literally just be wearing shorts one morning or an oversized t-shirt and underwear and he'd pounce. 

He sees what he wants and he gets what he wants.

"What? Ahh come on, who needs to win some stupid challenge? I wanna be with ya!"

Batman Unlimited Penguin (7.5 out of 10): 

The main thing that makes this pengy rank so high is cause of his age. He’s subjectively the oldest out of most of my colony members. (I believe he’s meant to be like late 50’s early 60’s, I could be wrong, but the grey in his hair and wrinkles are telling me otherwise rip)

I genuinely believe you have to initiate most of the intimacy in your relationship. 

Not that Oswald won’t try, but the man literally doesn’t know how to. He’s seen things in film, television, and literature. However he also knows he’s not conventionally as attractive as the leads in those medias, and he’s certain if he attempted anything like he saw, he would find a way to ruin it.

Much like the other pengys, he’s been cruelly shunned by humanity, but he’s lived with it cemented in his brain for longer (considering the age thing, again). To say this man is emotionally stunted would be an understatement. He still isn’t used to you giving him compliments or how you honestly enjoy kissing him. 

However, on the different side of the same coin…do to not being…errm…well practiced. He’s also likely to fall apart soon enough. Giving him enough touches and kisses the man will combust. 

“Hmm…I’ve never felt anything like this in a long time. I don’t think I could ever give it up,” he chuckled breathlessly. “Even just for thirty days.”

#ri writes #the penguin #oswald cobblepot #headcanons #arkhamverse penguin #reevesverse penguin #farrell penguin #gotham penguin #btas penguin #tnba penguin #telltale penguin #one bad day penguin #obd penguin #the batman 2004 penguin #batman unlimited penguin #i definitely thought about this #WAY TOO HARD #rip #ri's colony 🐧

[lemonisntreal]

Harry [Sing Rant #1]

[edit: yes this is becoming a series ~_~]

Sing Rant Incoming-

For some reason, I'm crying laughing over the Sing Wiki of all things. And I've decided that I need to express this insanity in text form at 1:00am because- yeah.

so just- this guy- Harry the Hypnotist, from the Sing short For Gunter's Eyes Only. I didn't even know he had a name, but the fact he does threw me off so much because we already have a character named Harry.

That line at the top- "not to be confused with Harry" is what sent me. We essentially have a page that says, "this is Harry, not to be confused with Harry" because-

-this is ALSO HARRY.

Meet Harry and Harry! We have two side characters that are named Harry- Harry. Illumination really couldn't think of a single different name. It's not that hard- I could probably get better name diversity than this just all on my own, or with a name generator or something. It's not that hard! It's not that hard-

And this isn't even the end of it.

He doesn't get his own page, but there's also Barry. One of Johnny's criminal uncles or whatever. So, for side characters, Illumination really just went- "Just name them all Harry- oh, no we don't need more than one name- they're wanting more? Agh, okay, uh- how's Barry sound then? Yeah, just name the other one Barry-"

I know this really isn't too big a deal, or actually all that funny, but I've just been laughing at the Sing Wiki for the past 30 minutes now while writing this because this is infinitely amusing to me for no reason-

There's more-

G a r r y

I just- I just can't let this kind of thing go. I can't. This kind of thing isn't forgivable.

FOUR.

But at least it's only these four, right??

You fool.

Don't-

Don't.

I'm sobbing, why- why did Illumination do this...? We have Barry, Garry, Jerry, Harry, and Harry. All notable side characters. Notable enough that they're either interesting to work with in headcanons, or can't really be written out without taking extra steps-

So we're left with a bunch of what can only be described as extremely creatively named side characters. What do I do with this information besides cry about it? I start to come up with ideas-

These guys.

Like all things in these movies [and shorts, I guess] they're incredibly underdeveloped. They're just your generic problem makers [not even gonna call them antagonists, they were pretty much just pissed at Mike, and got like 2 seconds of screen time]. They're only really there so that the moral of the movie isn't "lie about money you don't have, and everything will turn out great, kids." They go completely nameless for the whole movie, even the wiki just refers to them as "the bears." That's how apparently insignificant they are. Even the news reporter, that I bet you don't remember [because I barely did], gets a name.

So I propose that they should have one.

And that name is Harry.

All three of them.

Or maybe 3 "arry" names. But I like the idea of them all being brothers with the same name more I think.

Headcanon: They constantly get their names confused. So they just call each other Harry [and alternate between other names that rhyme with Harry] for simplicity. And because they can never remember each other's names or something. Or maybe because they don't have real names and couldn't come to a decision on what they should be called.

And because it's hilarious- in my humble opinion.

I'm going to bed now ~_~

#rant #sing #sing movie #sing 2016 #sing 2021 #not fanart #sadly #thanks for reading #I'm sorry #but you understand right #screaming shitting crying etc #harry #harry pt2 #jerry #garry #barry #help me #headcanons #I don't know why this made me go absolutely feral #but it did

[twotangledsisters]

The stuff I REGRET from the S1 of my Tangled Sisters AU!

Spoilers ahead, obviously!

So, it's done. S1 is over, and we're heading into S2!

With over 300k words though, it's obvious that not every word goes without regret.

Most of these regrets are more: I had a good idea too late, but I thought it'd be fun to go over some:

1.- Cass' hair.

So, in the beginning of the final S1 fic, Cass mentions how her hair needs cutting, but she's considering keeping it long because it's more regal, only for her to cut it short again at the end of this fic as she won't be performing her duty as a princess for a while.

I liked this concept but as I wrote her cutting her hair I realized... What if she'd never cut her hair short? What if she'd kept her hair long because it's what Gothel liked, and then she kept it long because it was princess-like?

Then cutting her hair could have been symbolic of her finally pausing and thinking, what do I want? And it would be a nice transition for S2 where she has no obvious responsibilities and is able to concentrate more on who she is as a person, not as a sister or a princess but as her own person.

2.- Eugene and Rapunzel's Engagement.

I'm glad Eugene didn't ask Rapunzel to get engaged during the coronation in front of all those people. Cass was right. That wasn't a good idea.

But at the time of writing my plan was for him to ask her sometime in S1... and that didn't happen.

And now I sort of wish it had, I think it would have been nice for them to get engaged back in S1 and to be an engaged couple during S2 and onward (yeah, I'd lose a very cute scene from my notes of the engagement but that scene is now so far off and I feel bad for them taking this long).

Plus, they could have scheduled the wedding for after getting back from S2 but been forced to postpone it due to the events of S3!

Agh, why didn't I do that?!

It's also true that there's a lot more drama taking place in this fic from politics to Cass' health to future issues, so perhaps it's good for them to have this time as a couple before they become an engaged couple but I'm impatient.

3.- Captain's presence in the story (or lack there off).

In my original notes he was a mentor to Cassandra who was meant to be almost as important as character's such as Lance or Caine... But that didn't happen. All the big plots points I had with him happened:

-He was there for Cass in Two Tangled Sisters

-Cass confronted him on some of his opinions about Eugene and other criminals

-He stood up to Cassandra during the blizzard, putting her safety above even the orders of royalty

But that's it really.. I knew Cassandra wasn't going to have being a guard as her end-game, rather it was a stepping stone towards the bigger issues Corona's justice system face, but originally I thought we'd see more of Captain and he just faded into back.

I guess Corona had a rather big cast of characters, so managing them all wasn't ever going to be possible. But, he isn't going anywhere; he plays a pretty big role in the prequel and does more in S3.

I just wish we'd gotten more moments of insight into Cass' journey into wielding a weapon rather than a broom.

At least she still has the dagger he gave her back in the coronation and it remains her favourite weapon, which is sweet and shows the impact he had on her.

4.- I forgot Owl in the last arc...

He would have 100% located Cass and tried to tell somebody. The arc could have been a lot shorter and less angsty but oh well, sorry Owl.

5.- The animals!

Talking of Owl, I wish we saw more of the animals. I absolutely adore Max, Pascal, Fidella, Owl, Ruddiger, but other than mentioning they're in the room, it's hard to find roles for the critters and they end up not getting the attention they deserve.

They get a bit more attention in season 2 or at least I hope they will.

6.- Keira and Catalina...

Again, same as animals. I wish they'd gotten more attention. Hopefully, they will get more attention in S2. I thought after Lance adopted them, we'd get to see more of them, but instead Lance was too busy parenting to go on some of the adventures so we just got less of all three of them!

Godamnit Eugene, why are you so responsible? Let the children fight! Let Lance risk his life despite being a father! Don't you know it's a story and everything will end up okay regardless?

7.- The Justice System!

It's a huge plot point, it's Cassandra's main motivation and her largest accomplishment this season, but... We don't see enough of it. We see it failing through Eugene, Caine and Attila, but I wish we'd spent some time on smaller crimes.

Showing a petty thief getting tackled by guards just for Cassandra to run up and shout at them because they were being too harsh.

Having Cassandra talk to some of the palace dungeon's residents to hear out their stories.

Visiting Corona's orphanage and seeing the systems and education that's in place...

I don't know, it's a huge plot-line and it could have used a bit more showing off.

8.- Apple's Death and the Truth Serum...

I don't think this was the right time for Rapunzel to find out. In my original notes, she didn't find out until S2 while in Equis. I have no idea why I randomly decided; you know what, we're spilling the tea now instead! It wasn't a bad moment by any means, but... I think it could have been better.

My original notes, Rapunzel found out via Cherry, they stopped at the farm on the way to Vardaros and Cherry accidentally let it slip, this of course made Rapunzel think about how she didn't fully know Eugene and the lengths to which he'd go, which could affect her perception of the entire Stalyan situations in Vardaros.

I think that was better.

Alright, that's all I can think of right now!

I'm sure there's more stuff, but these are my biggest regrets.

Like I said, not huge, just thought it'd be interesting to share!

I could do one on opposite regrets too but I think that'd be a lot more boring than this because, well, these are stuff that could have happened and the other list would be things everybody already knows xD

#tts fanfic #rta fanfic

[epiclamer]

I'ma just–

Hero finding out why Villain is tall because of their HEELS (Bonus if Villain is shorter than Hero but on their villain persona theyre tall asf, Go crazy with this-)

I have so many other asks I could be working on right now but I feel indebted to this one.

(No reposts but reblogs appreciated <3)

Cw: broken bone

Part 2

High Heels

“Agh!” Villain stumbled to the floor clutching their ankle between their strained hands.

Hero stopped and turned to look back at Villain. “Villain! This is no time to play games! Supervillain will be here to beat our asses in no time if we don’t get out of here!” Hero whisper-shouted, as Villain refused to move from their spot of holding their foot.

Hero waited another second for Villain to say something, but they were too lost in what their face portrayed as agony to make a sound.

They could’ve left Villain, they should’ve left Villain, honestly, but when tears brimmed Villains eyes Hero found themselves rushing to the criminals aid.

“Hey, hey, hey, calm down, Villain. Just tell me what happened, take a deep breath, it’s going to be okay.” The soothing words spilled from Hero’s lips as they brought one hand to caress Villains back and the other to hover next to the injured ankle. “Villain, I need you to take a deep breath for me and tell me what happened and where it hurts.” Hero’s words were stern but gentle, still not letting their free hand touch the injury.

Villain took in a sharp breath through their nose as Hero instructed, gritting their teeth as the air left their mouth before they spoke. “Ah- ankle, I t-think I broke it-“

Villain clamped their mouth shut as footsteps resonated from a couple hallways down, they were a split second from crying out in pain and that wouldn’t do Hero or themselves any good.

Hero’s eyes flickered from the room entrance where they sat, to Villains injured ankle a couple times before they gently moved both their hands to where Villains currently were clutching. They looked into Villains teary eyes and strained face, before slowly removing Villains hold on their foot.

When both of Villains hands were removed the criminal grabbed onto Hero’s shoulder instead, squeezing so tight Hero thought they might pop it out of the socket.

“Okay, Villain, I need to take off your boot to check on your ankle, alright?” Hero said, keeping their voice as steady as they could with their rising anxiety. “Deep breath, okay?”

Villain nodded, squeezing their eyes shut and clenching their jaw as Hero took the first actions on removing their boot. Firstly, unzipping the long zipper on the side and then slowly pulling the boot off.

Villain choked on some gargled noise of pain as their face contorted in anguish, the boot finally coming loose and falling off to reveal their distorted foot.

The criminals foot was bathed in an unhealthy shade of blue-purple and bumped out in places it definitely shouldn’t have been, but the only thing Hero couldn’t seem to get out of their head, was the size of the platforms on Villains boot.

Hero stared at Villain in wonder, comparing the length of the heel on the boot to Villains real height, they deducted that, well… Villain was short. “You’re short.” Hero said, it came out automatically as they stared at the boot.

Villain stared back in confusion fused with pain, “that’s what you’re paying attention to now?” Villain bit out, still watching Hero’s face as they studied the platform.

“These are like five inches tall, wow, you’re really short aren’t you?” Hero was rambling now, Villain noticed. All thoughts of their predicament gone and their sole focus was on Villains sole itself.

“Like, you’ve always been really tall you know? Like I always thought you were just taller then me naturally, but you’re short. These are just heels…” Villain blinked, was Hero being serious right now? Was that what they were thinking about when Villains ankle was shattered and the person who wanted nothing more then both of their heads strung up on the wall was a minute away from catching them?

“Are you being serious right now?” Villain asked, gritting their teeth once more as the pain overcame their shock.

“What? Oh, sorry, yea. The ankle, Supervillain, okay yes, back to work.” Hero mumbled, as they handed the boot back to Villain and picked them up bridal style, still somewhat lost in thought about Villains true height as they began running through Supervillains lair once more.

#I kinda went wild with this one #its a bit longer then usual too #oh well #hero x villain #villain x hero #drabbles #fantasy #imagines #oneshots #scenarios #writing #fiction #broken bone #injured villain #whump #whumpee #hero caretaker #caretaker #villain whump #villain whumpee #hero #villain #hero and villain #villain and hero

[arllenn]

Hey there, I rarely check on Tumblr nowadays due to work and stuff but I've played Dragon Raja for a while now so if it's not too troubling, I would like to request a fic of MC giving Osho and the others a well deserved verbal smack down during the final showdown (the MC didn't blame the Gen siblings for what happened to them and managed to save Erii from Osho). Bonus if MC cut ties from everyone after the mission... Sorry, I'm a huge fan of angst.

Tags for this chapter: angst, violence, all bitter no sweet, respawn system gets abused for angst Tw: cannon typical violence, graphic-ish descriptions of death, blood, suicidal thoughts and almost actions, wounds and the like

You’re clutching yourself as you shake knees getting weaker by the second, hiccuping and heaving the flood of tears that decorates both your face and the street under you with the weight of your emotions are the only constant for you. You’re drowning in your own emotions, phantom pains of all of your recent deaths and revivals clawing at you demanding your attention, demanding your time. You’re hugging yourself trying to mimic the comforting action that you remember from your childhood. “Why isn’t it working.” You choke out sobbing harder as you grip your arms. It’s too tight yet not tight enough, your limbs responding to your pleas is a sign that you’re still alive yes, but, but this is, this isn’t what you want.... this isn’t what you want at all. Your nails are far sharper than you remember them they tore through the flesh of your arms lightly. You could feel Herzog’s claws ripping through your flesh as well, everything hurt, you want to go home, you want to go home, you want to go home.....

But you can’t. Everyone was dead, at one point Caesar had said that Black Swan Bay had sunken, so the actual land was probably gone too, nothing left to remember that place but you Zero and Z. God you wanted to see them right now, the area on your head that he had patted earlier seemed warm giving you a small amount of comfort but also dealing even more damage to your psyche. You wanted to go back to those warm days in your childhood when none of this was known to you. When you weren't running around matchmaking and doing everyone else's work while also getting nothing in return, not a thanks, not even a small indirect amount of appreciation or encouragement. Your legs buckled under you your arms reching out as if to grab onto something to stop you from falling. Your knees met with the ground violently scraping at the skin there. You can't breathe, you can't breathe, youcantbreatheyoucantbreatheyoucantbreatheyoucantbreathe, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, ithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurts, why is he doing this to you didn't he love you? That man, Herzog, had raised you. You had spent so much time at that orphanage, you were so happy. So why.  whywhywhywhywhyhwhywhy. You recalled warm winter nights spent in front of the fireplace curled up with Zero on one side and Z on the other.

You remembered one day specifically. Back then you lot were young, so, so, so, young. You chuckled choking on your tears, that day Z and you had spent a solid hour arguing over who would run over to get Zero, that day it had started raining, then the rain had turned to hail mid hide and seek game. Z had found you moments before the storm started. You two ended up huddled under the ice bridge. The orphanage in sight but seeming miles away due to the storm. Zero had been caught first and had gone back to the courtyard as per the rules so she was probably fine. You needed one of you to go and get her so that she could bring back an umbrella for the other. Then you had heard it, the sound of thunder wolves nearby. Then Z, with no hesitation had, scooped you up put your head under one of the flaps or his jacket and ran back to the cottages. All while you could hear the heavy ‘thunk thunk thunk’ of wolf paws behind you. Looking back on it now those wolves were probably the result of Herzog’s experiments and not a naturally occurring species. The souring of your childhood memory made bile rise in your throat, the thought of looking at your early life through that lens rather than just christmas day made you want to scream. Z and Zero were so different from your seniors. If you had been with any of them back then you knew for a fact that they would’ve sent you to deal with the wolves, only coming in when you were a hairs breath away from dying.

But that hadn’t save you before, you can’t count how many times you’ve died sense meeting them. From your flesh being torn from your bones by death servitors to bleeding out in some nameless alleyway after being shot by hydra’s soldiers. You had also drowned at one point, that death had been the worst. You remembered clawing at the water begging for the chance to live once again, you remembered feeling your legs tear off after the submarine had exploded, you remembered reaching your mangled arms out, out, out towards the light that came from the surface of the water. You remember feeling the water force itself down your throat and into your lungs, it burns, it hurts, it burns, it hurts. You had been seeing flashes of reality as well as the last time you ended up in cold waters like those. It didn’t matter because in the end you had died. It never matters how hard you try, how many times you die, because you always end up failing.

You lay on the sidewalk screaming, there was no one nearby nor anything that you could hear other than the pounding of rain on the sidewalk and your own sobbing. Your hand burned with the new blood that flowed inside you. Your mind burned with the scars of the past that it never got to address, your heart burned with the open wounds this mission had left you with. You wanted to die right here, sink away into nothingness. Stay in the room with the grand piano and flowing waters. No one could bother you there, no one could make you do meaningless tasks without your say, there was no matchmaking, no pointless errands, no suicide missions, there was nobody but yourself there, just you, just you. Luminous wouldn’t be there to make you do his work, he wouldn’t be there swearing to be by your side to help you while simultaneously doing nothing at best and dragging you down at worst. There wouldn’t be a Caesar there to send you on every reconnaissance mission with no backup and no direction. Johann wouldn’t be there to demand information on your past like he had even earned the right to know it, like he didn’t need to earn that right because it should just be given to him. Just you in a place where no one could hurt you.

You looked up from the ground that you had been staring at, bringing your hands up to your neck you squeezed. It wouldn’t work in terms of killing you, you knew that, but it worked as an easy substitute, feeling the pressure of your own hands on your neck, the shortness if not complete lack of breath, the light headed feeling, it served as a less drastic solution for now.

“It’s great to see you all safe and sound!” Eva’s voice cut through the momentary peace that you had found, your hands reflexively letting go of your neck.

“Safe and sound?!” You repeated in disbelief, “What part of any of me seems to be safe and sound?” It felt like she was mocking you. The memories of Herzog’s claws slicing through your spine, through every part of you, flashed then the words ‘It’s great to see you all safe and sound!’ Played over them, those words were the last thing you wanted to hear right now. Why,why,why,why,why is your pain always ignored like this? Why is it always your job to make everything right? You can’t do this anymore! You won’t do this anymore.

Bringing your fist up you smashed at your communicator, “Cassell- will...turn th-this into- into no-nothing more th-th-th-then a dream for every- every- everyone” Eva’s voice though distorted still managed to snake its way out of the thing despite all the damage you had done to it.

"AGH, SHUT UP!" You yell slamming your fist down harder and harder, each time screaming, begging for her to "JUST SHUT UP" You're crying even harder now. The glass that made up the outer layer of the screen. The rest of her words came out broken and jumbled, and even if they hadn't been due to the damage your screaming and shouting would've drowned it out anyways. "STOP. TALKING. JUST. SHUT. UP."

"Caesar helping you to-to-to destroy- criminal underworld.... true story- believe." Your fist paused midair at those words. Caesar had helped to destroy the criminal underworld? That was the story that they were going with? Not even the whole team, just Caesar what kind of absolute bullshit was that. You had done 100 times more then the supposed hero of the story, hell Luminous had done more, fucking Erii had done more. So where did they get off on this- this- you didn't even have a word for it it was so stupid, so stupidly infuriating. Herzog had said that the people from Cassell had experimented on you, and while he wasn't one to be trusted you sure do feel so fucking dumb for defending them. At least Herzog had the common decency to put up an air of kindness. These people just treated you like a convenient tool, something to be used and dealt with as they pleased. Something that didn't need thanks or praise or a break because it was an object meant to be used and thrown away as they saw fit. "Re-re-re-return to takamagahara to say-say-say-say-saysay goodbye-bye-bye to-" Your fist swung down with overwhelming strength shattering the communicator completely. Broken pieces of metal and glass embedded themselves in your hand bringing a fiery pain that slowly destroyed all of you in its wake. You fell even further onto the concrete clutching your hands one in the other relishing a bit sickly in the pain that it brought. Your right palm glowed with the same light it first had when you had accepted Erii's blood. Then it started rejecting the pieces of metal and glass in both of your hands. Slowly pushing them out and healing the cuts instantly once they were out.

Chuckling you flipped over your hands looking at both perfectly healed sides. It was like you had never been hurt in the first place. You marvled at them, twisting them over and over again, bringing them to your neck once again you smiled and closed your eyes. You had no idea what you were. Had you always been like this? An undying freak with special powers? Had Herzog's experiments done this to you? It was obvious that your new healing ability came from Erii's and the light king's combined blood but what about everything else? Had you been born this way? Was it Herzog's half baked evolution pills? Had Cassell truly experimented on you? Z said you had the capability to become a dragon lord now, but what did that mean? What did that make you? Your chuckles turned into full of peels of laughter, your cheeks stinging at the feeling of both the semi dried tear tracks being pulled at as well as the force of your laughter. The peels of laughter soon mixed with pained sobs and you were once again back to crying. You weren't going to put up with this anymore. Dropping your hands you slowly stood up like a puppet on strings. Walking at a slow pace one second in between each step you started walking.

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Anjou is in one of the VIP rooms with a man dressed like a pastor. You don't care what they're talking about, stepping in front of the pastor you look over at him. He takes steps back on his own, unprompted, it's a first but then again you suppose that you probably look like the walking dead, and in a way you were, not to mention that you also felt like it. A lukewarm apathetic haze settled over your emotions as you looked down at Anjou. He's the second person you met after waking up, he's the whole reason you, a freshman at his wacky school that you hadn't even been asked if you wanted to join, were on this mission. How stupid is he? He had sent you, a person who had what he described as 'little control' over your extra skill and who had just woken up after a freeze bath in Siberia on this mission, an SS ranked one that he was hesitant to even send his best students on already. So why had he chosen you? Why did you have to die over and over for a cause you didn't understand and people you don't know. "Freshman." he nodded as though prompting you to speak. He never broke eye contact or even showed any emotions other than a laid back and relaxed expression. It pisses you off. Why is this old dingbat relaxing, kicking back and enjoying his time while your'e such a mess? He gestures for the priest to leave and he does. Leaning forward elbows on his knees he looks you up and down before going back to making eye contact. "What has you so worked up?"

You want to cry, its the closest you've gotten to an 'are you ok' sense waking up but at the same time you wanted no part of a wellness check led by the man in front of you. "Herzog said that Cassell College experimented on me. Is that true?" You can almost make out a hint of surprise in his eyes before he starts laughing. You bight your lips pulling them into your mouth in a desperate attempt to hold back your anger wanting to get your answer first before you rip him a new one.

"Goodness no, why would you ever believe anything that old snake had to say, and here I thought you were a once in a decade genius. I suppose that title still belongs to Johann then." You ball your hands into fists. Its more than obvious that he's making light of the situation. Didn't he know that you had been raised in Black Swan Bay? Didn't he know that Herzog, a man who you had trusted, had experimented on you? Is he incapable of connecting the dots between your trauma and your current situation combined with Herzog's words? No he did know, he knew and he still chose to make light of everything you had gone through. Insinuating if not blatantly saying that you were an idiot for believing that what happened to you once could happen again. Slamming your hand down on the table you levied on him the worst glare you could, the burning behind your eyes letting you know that you probably looked less menacing then you wanted to.

"Where the fuck do you get off saying something like that to me." It's phrased as a question but its really not. It's a challenge for Anjou to defend his words, one he unfortunately takes you up on.

"I understand that this whole mission and especially today has been taxing on your team but that doesn't mean you should and can snap at everyone like that freshman. Take sometime to cool off, go outside and talk to your seniors, hopefully they'll be able to reach you in ways I cannot." He's getting up to leave after his mini lecture, essentially passing you off to be someone else's problem but you wont let him leave that easily. Your hand grabs onto his forearm stopping him in his tracks. For a millisecond you consider punching him. Beating him over the head with one of the glasses on the table, but the part of your brain that still, despite everything, says that you ca't do that to him because he had pulled you out of Siberia's ice who knows how long ago says not to. And it wins.

"I'm not going to apologize for my language-" He cuts you off with a tut of his tongue, now you have no regrets for the words you planned on saying next. Letting go of his arm you continued. "I'm entitled to be angry when an asshole says asshole things. And I'm allowed to curse said asshole out however much I want." You step in front of the exit crossing your arms, you catch a momentary glimpse of your face in one of the metal outlinings of the wall as you do. You truly do look dead, eyes lifeless and lightless, face twisted into a painfully weak version of the you that you wanted to portray. You know that in this position you run the risk of your conversation leaking out of the room but honestly you don't care, like at all. At this point you want to just scream and cry your emotions out. But you can't because you don't want to, you don't want to be any weaker in front of anyone than you already are.

"Freshman-"

"I was raised by Dr. Herzog for so so many years and the whole time he was experimenting on me and everyone I knew. And-and-and you expect me to just trust you when you say that you didn't do anything. You expect me to rule that out as a possibility when you've given me no reason to, not in terms of character or proof. So why would you say that me believing that random strangers who I've known for less then a month and who I, if I'm being honest don't trust, experimenting on me is a dumb fear?" You clutch at your heart bunching up the cloth that protects it. "I just- do you see why thats dumb? Do you see why it makes no sense to me? One day I'm celebrating christmas as normal with my friends the next minute I'm smacked in the face with the fact that the man that I considered a father," you gag a bit on the word, "has been experimenting on me and everyone that I love, that he's been killing all of us as soon as we turn 18 because we wont survive to 22 because of his experiments? Finding out that he thought of us, children he had been raising for years as nothing more then science experiments who had outlived their uses. Do you have any idea how much that fucking hurt? I had to watch everyone die around me while I wasn't able to do anything! Zero even sacrificed her life to save me and I still ended up dying so many times anyways." You're clutching at yourself again, seeking comfort in the only arms that you can trust right now, your own. You're glaring down at the floor trying to blink the tears away. It doesn't work. You're basically two steps away from dry heaving and sobbing. Anjou reaches out his hand, most likely to guide you to sit down but you slap it away. "Don't fucking touch me. You sent me, a freshman who hadn't really even enrolled in your school or been given the choice to do so on a suicide mission with other students and no adult supervision from the college itself. I've died so many times sense waking up. It always hurts, it's never been painless, I've never been thanked and yet you expect me to just what- put my blind trust into you? I spent more time around Chime then I did you and he spent half of the time as Ruri Kazama."

'"Freshman you're hyperventilating you need to calm down."

"I WONT CALM DOWN" You're yelling now, its not the same kind of painful shouting that you had done earlier on the street, this is loud as well yes, but its from a frustrated sadness rather than a devastated anger. "Why did it have to be me? Weren't there other students you could've sent? Adults? Why did it have to be me? You had no reason to trust that I wouldn't kill the others. I had justwoken up and you decided that I was your best choice? You didn't tell me anything you just threw terms out and expected me to understand. You didn't even give me time alone to breathe let alone ask questions." Your chest is tight, you can feel each of your deaths, piercing pain of claws slicing through flesh, the burning heat of bullets, the singeing of fire, being torn to pieces. You can feel it all and it all hurts so much. You want it to stop, you need it to stop. You don't want to hear these people talk like they're your friends like they care anymore. It's all too much, you're almost sobbing now, curling in on yourself to try and mitigate any pain that may come.

"Newbie whats-"

You turn eyes catching onto Caesar, Johann, Luminous and Finger standing behind you. When did they get here, how much did they hear. It burns and it burns devouring everything in sight. All the memories that you have with them that you've been trying to view in a happy light, all of them crumble to the ground in front of you the moment you see them. "SHUT UP, USE MY NAME FOR ONCE WILL YOU?! NEWBIE DO THIS, FRESHMAN DO THAT, YOU HAVE NEVER EVEN ONCE USED MY NAME!" Full on sobbing you bulldoze through every thought that comes to mind yelling them out at the people surrounding you. "YOU'VE NEVER ONCE ASKED ME IF I WAS OK. YOU;VE NEVER ONCE SENT ANYONE WITH ME WHEN YOU SEND ME ON THOSE STUPID SUICIDE MISSIONS. I'M A FRESHMAN A NEWBIE YOU HAD NO REASON TO TRUST ME WITH ANY OF THIS. WHAT WOU;LD'VE HAPPENED IF I HAD DIED AND STAYED DEAD? WHAT WOULD'VE HAPPENED IF I HAD BEEN CAPTURED? WHAT THEN?" You clutch onto yourself harder, seeking even the smallest bit of comfort from the feeling. Your voice has lowered in volume, you no longer have the emotional or physical strength to do anything other than keep your voice above a whisper. "Do you lot remember when Ruri had specifically said that even two of us couldn't handle Herzog alone? And yet you still thought that it would be a good idea to send me up alone, acting like you were tough for taking care of the death servitors at the entrance." You sigh, there are so many other examples you could go through but you also don't want to be here any longer. "What about you Luminous? I get that you had to watch Erii, but making me do everything and anything you could think of by myself while knowing that Johann and Caesar were constantly sending me on missions as well? You even complained that I took too long to do things. Maybe if you did something for yourself for once instead of just saying that you will then running away and hiding like a coward these things wouldn't happen. Maybe then Erii, Chisei and Chime would still be alive and I wouldn't have to deal with- with this fucking guilt!"

"Look I'm sorry about the Erii thing but listen, we had no idea you were feeling like this. You should've come to us-" Finger is trying to mediate, trying to comfort you, but it only makes things worse.

"And how could I have," You croak out, "How could I have trusted that you would listen, that I would get a break? You never even presented the option for me to have any kind of choice in how I carried out my missions let alone not do them at all. I had nothing I still have nothing. I'm presumed dead at best and no longer exist at worst in terms of my original legal documents. And even if I had access to them I'm still 20 years younger then I'm supposed to be." With a watery chuckle you continue, "Even if I did tell you if I was thrown away I wouldn't have any papers to do anything, to get a job, to live a life, I'm completely reliant on the college for everything. Not to mention the fact that I know nothing about the world. If Cassell had deemed me" You shudder at the word "a failure, then I would've had nothing, not information on the world at current, not even an identity." You shake your head walking in between them and towards the exit. "I don't care I'm not doing this anymore. Find some other freshman to be you dog."

You walked out and onto the streets of Tokyo. You glanced back once lamenting the fact that you hadn't gotten to say goodbye to Zero. You turned away glancing in the direction of the convenience store that Luminous would always make you go to to buy Erii's milk. You trudged down the streets of Tokyo back to that place. Hopefully you can buy paper and a pen to leave her a note with what little money you have.

The bell on the store door jingled when you opened it. The man was standing behind the counter as he always was. You're experience with father figures have been lack luster this far but you've always thought that this man gave off the air of one. It made you relax, seeing someone that while familiar wasn't from the orphanage or Cassell. He looked up at you wearing that same smile that he always did. You knew it wasn't for you specifically but rather something that he probably gave all of his costumers but still it made you feel a bit warm inside.

"Hey kiddo you look a bit rough, everything ok?" You take a few steps forward and nod a bit

"I think it will be now. Or at least I hope so." He hums and nods his head at your answer deciding not to pry, a decision you appreciate.

"So then you here for the usual?" You look back at him and glance around the store, you don't see paper or pens of any sort. It's a bit of a let down but you suppose asking wouldn't hurt.

"Ah no actually," Your voice is still raw, and a bit choked up from all the crying and yelling that you did earlier, you hope you don't sound weird." "Do you sell like, um... paper and pens or something like that? I want to write a note to a friend before I leave."

He scratches at his chin mumbling under his breath as he thinks for a few seconds before getting up and going around the store coming back with a bottle of warm milk in hand. He then returns to his spot behind the counter pulling a note pad and pen out from under it. He places the milk next to the writing utensils and pushes them towards you. "Here, milks on the house, I don't sell paper or anything but feel free to use that and leave the note with me. I'll give it to your friend."

You give him a small smile. It's all that you can manage right now. Your eyes burn with tears again. "Thanks, my friends name is Zero she's blonde has blue eyes and is about," you place your hand were Zero's head is about as accurately as you can, "This tall. She has a flat affect and seems kinda emotionless but she really is a sweet girl. Um, her hairs long and she has a big black bow tying it back." The man nods his head repeating your description back to you. After gaining conformation he sticks his thumb up and takes the letter from you promising to hand it to her the moment she walks through the doors of his shop. You thank him one last time and promise to come back there if you're ever in trouble before leaving.

As you walk through Tokyo's streets aimlessly, you repeat the words in your letter, speaking them into the rain. "I hope that we can meet again in a more peaceful time, preferably away from the bay and Cassell as I don't have the best impression of them. With lots of love, your best friend..." You laugh a bit, your words were supposed to be a parody of what Z said to you. You think its fitting for a farewell letter.

You meld into the raindrops after looking back one last time.

#me when respawn #dragon raja #dragon raja mc #caesar gattuso #johann chu #luminous lu #finger von frings #fanfic #writing #major character death #but they dont stay dead #its just alluded to #angst #hurt no comfort

[caffeine-and-melatonin]

✨Bad Batch E11 Spoilers✨

AAAAAAHHHHHHHH OMG OMG OMG OMG

Ok let's get into it y'all...welcome to my brain while watching E11

- OMG RYLOTH NOW???

-CROSS! 

-SYNDULLAS!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE IS MOM???? IS CHOP WITH HER???

-Clone without helmet?  Clone I don't know? What???? We haven't seen a reg without their helmet as far as I can remember...Why do I get the feeling this guy's chip isn't 100%? Why else would they show us his face/give him some personality. Wait that's the other thing! Mans still has his armor painted and everything unlike all the other regs (not counting the Coruscant guard). Plus based on his pauldron I'm guessing he's an ARC trooper and they were more independent and creative thinkers than most of the regs........oh no Mr. Cowboy Hat Man is gonna kill him isn't he :(

- CHOPPER!!!!!! MY FAVORITE WAR CRIMINAL!!!!

- BABY HERA BABY HERA BABY HERA!!!! MOM YOU ARE SO SMALL RN AWWW I LOVE YOU

- My god there are no words to describe how happy I am to see Hera

- Ohhhhh his name is Howzer! Have we seen him before? I don't think so...I didn't forget a clone did I?!?!?!?!?!?!

-Not gonna report it? Yeah his chip isn't fully working is it. He seems nice pls don't murder him Dave. I know you will, but like don't. 

- I get what Cham is saying, but like Gobi sounds more like Cham than Cham does

- AGH CROSS YOU'RE BALD! AGH CROSS I CAN SEE YOUR CRISPY BRAINS! SIR! LIKE THERE IS A LITERAL ✨C H U N K✨ MISSING FROM YOUR SKULL!

-WAIT A SECOND!!!!!!!!! HIS BRAINS BE BURNT ON THE CHIP SIDE!!! DOES THAT MEAN??? SOON??? (if someone has an extra clown wig and red nose hand it over i have a feeling imma need it) 

- I seriously don't think there has ever been a moment when I was even remotely ok with Orn Free Taa

- Hera's mom is an absolute QUEEN! I love her already...oh no I'm getting attached I can't do that oh no stop it I can't deal with more sad

- BABY HERA FLY SHIP! Look at her go!!! Yay Mom!!!

-OMG IS HERA GONNA MEET OMEGA???

-AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH HERA AND OMEGA ARE BESTIES!!!

-Awwwww Tech's been teaching Omega about the ship! Wait does that mean he has someone who will sit and listen to him because he just wants to share his knowledge??? AWWWWW THAT'S SO SOFT I LOVE IT!!!!! I really wish they would have shown us that. Like yeah there have been some short Tech teaching Omega moments, but nothing substantial. Seriously if they showed us Tech getting all happy and excited that someone actually wanted to learn from him I think I would simply pass away from pure joy. I just want some character development and happiness for my love is that too much to ask for? 

- Hera talking about flying is so cute! Omg and Omega being so proud of her room!!!

-Lol like 0.5 sec into hearing that Omega and the Bois™ get shot at regularly, Hera's like "Are you in trouble? I will adopt you right now" (and then Omega pulled the Uno Reverse card on her and was like "sis we are literally the ones bringing you weapons"). Glad to know Hera has always been the mom friend. 

-"Did you know flying is about a feeling?" "wHaT fEeLiNg?" My dear Tech, I adore your vocal inflections so much......oh stars.....I'm freaking out over crumbs......my apologies  

- CROSS SWEETIE PLEASE STOP SHOOTING AT PEOPLE! SPECIFICALLY CHILDREN! BRO I KNOW YA CAN'T HELP IT BUT EEK MAN! 

- Ok kind of a weird statement, but am I the only one that used to get really excited when a LAAT would show up? I used to be all like "My BOYS! 🥰" and now it's more of "My BOYS! 😥". Ya know what I mean? My poor clones...I miss them.

- Oh yeah I'm 100% calling it, Howzer's chip isn't doing the thing.

- Hera's mom could run me over with a blurrg and you know what that's on me. I got in her way. I'm so sorry.

- DAMN CROSS RIGHT TO THE NOGGIN JEEZ!

- Aww Howzer really cares about Hera and her parents. This is gonna hurt like a bitch isn't it 😒

FINAL THOUGHTS

- Idk what I was expecting from this episode, but it certainly wasn’t seeing Ryloth this soon.

- MOM!!! Agh I love Hera so much

-Howzer’s pretty. Good for him. 

- So like for our clown outfits, is there color scheme or dress code or something? Because I'm really hoping that seeing Cross' ✨melted marbles✨ on the right side of his head means the chip got damaged and it's gonna stop working soon...right?

- I know both of them were only around the batch for a few minutes, but do you think Kanan and Hera ever had a moment were they were telling stories about their past and somehow connected the dots that they both knew them kinda? Idk probably not but it's fun to think about.

-So here's the thing (to finally wrap up my rambling), they were soooo close to Cross. Like I know the batch is going to have to go back to bring them more weapons, but they were sooooo close. I get it that they wouldn't have known he was there and it was interesting to see what is going on in the galaxy outside of the squad, especially with Ryloth's history of being constantly under occupation and seeing how they are dealing with the shift from the Republic to the Empire, but I need them to TALK ABOUT HIM! Like let's at least start there. Where's the energy from E3 about not leaving Cross behind? I know that getting him back is going to be really hard, really complicated, and really dangerous and that's why they haven't got him back yet, but at least try to come up with a plan. Start there boys. Please. I love you all so much. I really do. But could you just TALK TO EACH OTHER BECAUSE I KNOW IT'S BOTHERING YOU INSIDE BUT YA NEED TO BRING THOSE FEELINGS TO THE OUTSIDE!!! Ok thanks xxx

Yeah I think that's all I got for today's episode. Good night? Good morning? Whatever y'all know what I mean 😘 

#the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #bad batch #tbb #tbb spoilers

[joshstambourine]

Lover, Leaver Pt. 1

"Ooooooh, I love your music ask idea... could you do a Lover, Leaver one with Danny? 👀" - @anditsmywholeheart

Okay. So.

I probably took this in a total different direction than you were imagining @anditsmywholeheart , hopefully you still like it 💜

I fought myself for a long while which way to go with this song prompt as the tune is so rock and roll, so at first I thought something fun and gritty but... the lyrics for this song give me such mythical vibes!

So I opted to go for something magical and fantasy based (this decision may or may not have have been swayed by my playing a shit tonne of Witcher recently. As well as helping my S/O with his D&D Campaign.)

Annnnnd surprise this one is not going to stay a one shot either! You guys are getting a magical series hurray!

Warnings: Cursing, Slightly NSFW

Word Count: 2891

Paladin!Danny × Sorceress!Reader

Taglist: @anditsmywholeheart @babydxll

The cold wind whistled over the heights of the keep. It was so crisp. Danny’s eyes drifted over the edge of the thick stone rail of the tower, snow beginning to dance down from the dark gray sky. Danny was fully aware of what was coming, it didn’t take a genius to recognize the kind of trouble that was coming towards him now with full speed.

Danny’s eyes were unmoving, locked on the horizon now. “Are you cold?” He soon let out, to the woman sitting on the ledge beside him. Or, I suppose I should say hovering over the ledge.

(Y/N) began to shake her head slowly, “Danny.. I can’t feel it…” She simply responds, her words taking to the air in a puff of curling mist. Many sorceresses like (Y/N) went through rigorous training so as to be unbothered by even the most extreme temperatures.

Danny was quiet for a moment, the only sound was the hanging bits of Danny’s chainmail clinking against his plate armor. “Ah… I almost always forget.” He admits with a weak laugh, his gaze fell upon her now.

He couldn’t help but stare as her hair was tousled in the cold wind, it was almost a strong enough wind to pick up the end of her heavy velveteen cloak and toss it up into the air. As long as Danny had known (Y/N), she had always been rather… stoic? That wasn’t quite the word. Perhaps simply serious was a better word. It wasn’t necessarily her fault, most mages and sorcerers had to go through many horrendous trials to be able to hold any place in the magic practicing society. Not to mention the amount of witch hunters roaming the land and pouncing on any person who practiced magic.

(Y/N)’s seriousness didn’t deter Danny, nor would it cause his affections to wain. The moment Danny had laid eyes on her… he had known.

Danny could almost hear the sound of the band playing again now. With a small blink of his eyes he was back in The Royal Curtain.

He was surrounded by happy music, and much happier people. Many were drunk out of their skulls, but of course that came with the territory. But these people were happy for reasons aside from just alcohol and good music; this tavern in particular was very well hidden, actually being in the cobblestone basement of the building. That meant, it was a safe haven for those who practiced magic as well as any who were nonhuman. There were many outlanders present here throughout the day: elves, dwarves, halflings, even a few lizard folk, the list went on and on.

The Royal Curtain was a place for people to just let their hair down and enjoy themselves for once without being spit at or much worse.

Places like the Royal Curtain also meant business for people like Danny; there were so many people wronged by others here, people who weren't protected from the monsters that were all around, and people who just needed help settling somewhere safe. This was the place he loved to be, a place where he could use his abilities and frankly his humanity for good.

Danny shuffled through the crowd, a smile always being clad on his features. He just couldn't help it when he came here. These folk deserved to be happy for a while.

He broke his way through the crowd and came to find a seat at the bar.

"Ah! Danny! What have we done to deserve this pleasure?" Inquired a tall woman from behind the counter, her skin white as a sheet, eyes a bland shade of gray. "Here to enjoy yourself for once?" She continued with a sly smile, long white curls falling around her paper thin figure.

Danny softly laughed, waving it off, "No, no, just business as usual, Nil." He explains.

Nil frowned a little, "You're going to work yourself to death you know." She tells him, beginning to reach for a glass. Nil was a part owner of this establishment, she worked at the bar in the basement while her partner tended to the upstairs level.

Nil was a being known as a changeling - a race that looked like it was created by someone who had a human’s likeness described to them but had never actually had seen one. They had no distinct features; skin, hair, eyes, they all were some shade of grey or a colour that was drained of most of its pigment. This of course, was for a reason. Changeling’s had the ability to change shape at will, and tend to have to learn to lie their way through their lives to survive; because of this most people assume that they are criminally inclined, which is almost never the case.

"At least it would be for a good cause." Danny cheerfully says, watching her as she poured him his usual glass of Fire Brandy.

Nil wore a warm smile, "We appreciate all the effort you put in. Honestly." She continues in a loving tone. She meant it, and Danny was well aware of this.

Nil had done many things herself in the name of protecting magic users and nonhumans. In fact she had led many revolts in her life. However, Nil was now a mother and certainly couldn't be expected to to stick her neck out as often as she had when she was young. Which meant people like Danny needed to step up, pick up the slack.

“So?” He lightly asked, hand taking the glass between his finger tips. “Anything…?” Danny continued, if anyone was going to know if someone needed help or something was happening, it was going to be Nil.

Nil lips pursed a little as she looked around the room, seeming to be thinking. Danny took notice of her hands, covered in scars and surprisingly rather bejeweled - a ring with the crest of a royal house on her hand, an odd thing seeing as she had never been much more than a street urchin. Danny never had the courage to ask Nil why she had the ring in all the time he had known her, he didn’t know if he would ever find out frankly.

“I know there is a family of dwarves needing an escort…” Nil lightly begins, “But… I don’t suppose you want to run the risk of having the guard notice your frequent travel out of the city lines…” She utters to herself, before biting her lip. “There is something actually.” She admits.

Danny leaned forward against the bar, taking another sip of the brandy. “Something?” He inquired,

Nil nodded, “It’s… not something I would normally expect you to get involved with. Sam is normally who I’d reach out to… he’s better with the arcane but…” She slowly muttered,

“I know… I still don’t know where he is Nil.” Danny lets out. Sam, a fellow clan member and friend had gone missing in the weeks previous. No one knew where he went, just that he left behind some form of note… all in the dead language. To this moment Sam’s brothers had been trying to find someone to decipher it, but it so far had been no use.

Nil frowns a little, knowing how important Sam was to him, but she continued on. “There is a Sorceress here somewhere. She is looking for help to find something... an artifact of some sort.”

Danny immediately grimaced, “Agh… Nil, you know I don’t get involved with that kind of bull---” He sighs, having already done too many errands for wizards promising to pay him a reward to fetch “a simple artifact”... it was always more work than it was worth. He had yet to meet a Wizard that didn’t short change him and proceed to complain about the “dings” on the item in question, as if it hadn’t existed for thousands of years before Danny came along.

Nil shook her head a bit, knowing how he felt about tasks like this. “I’m aware, but, I have been led to believe that this is different.” She continued, “Just help with hunting down some fellow sorcerers and getting more information. She had come in to ask if I knew a Vitalis Kein---” Nil explained, seeming to slow when it came to the name.

“And? Do you…?” Danny inquired with a perked brow, it was something about the way she had said the name, it just didn’t sit well with him.

Nil was quick to shake her head, “Not a clue. I have never had anyone by that name come through the inn.” She admits suddenly seeming at ease once again.

Perhaps Danny had imagined the little waver in her voice? He shrugged it off into the back recesses of his mind, ‘It was nothing I’m sure.’ He tells himself, hand moving to push back the few curly pieces of hair that had fallen from the ribbon holding his hair in place. “Is she still here?” He inquired,

“Upstairs I believe, Helgrim will know the room.” Nil says, lightly moving to refill a few tankards that had been slammed down on the bar.

Danny tossed back the rest of his brandy and began to stand, pulling a few coins from his satchel. “Thanks Nil.” He smiles,

“Come see me again soon! You still owe Syl a sword lesson.” She hummed, with a wide smile. Syl was her daughter, the girl was barely four years old but had a fire for swordsmanship.

“Tell her I’ll be her next week okay?” He laughed lightly.

Danny walked down the long hallway in the inn, searching for a room that was tucked in the far back corner, close to the back exit for obvious reasons. Those obvious reasons being that it was an easy escape incase of a raid. Danny’s armor rattled with each step he took, it was surprising just how quickly you could drown out a noise when it became part of your everyday life.

Finally he had found the door to the room; it was strange… the few steps that were closest to the door Danny had begun to notice the air get heavy. A soft… tingle? Yes, a tingle, running up and down his spine. His lips parted, ‘Magic?’ Danny thought to himself, recognizing the feeling. ‘She wouldn’t be stupid enough to be exuding so much here could she…?’

As his fingertips touched the door handle soft purple sparks climbed his fingers, they burned as they climbed to his knuckles. Quickly Danny recoiled his hand; his eyes watching as purple runes sizzled and glowed in the wood of the door.

‘Fuck--- a protection spell.’ Danny thought, suddenly realizing that he wasn’t dealing with a novice. Danny knew he wouldn’t be able to touch the door, that burn was a warning --- any use of force and he would more than likely be shot through the wall due to the reverb… he had learned from experience. Sam had once cast protection on his bedroom door… it wasn’t a fun time for anyone.

With a huff, Danny moved to begin digging through his satchel. Eventually tugging free a yellow crystal, holding it tight he moved it closer to the door --- within an instant it began to glow. He brought a second hand up, with both hands he moved the crystal to draw opposing runes in the air. As he did so the air got heavier and heavier, more electricity rising before---

CRACK!

The crystal shattered in his hands. However, the door had creaked open without any further opposition. With magic, things always came at a cost. You couldn’t expect something without giving nothing. Carefully Danny began to skulk forward, pushing the door open, it was dark in the room… pitch black almost.

Danny could see billows of mist brushing by his feet, he looked at it curiously. Hand reaching back for his sword with uncertainty, “Hello…?” He called, his voice echoed back as if the room went on forever. Danny’s fingers began to clutch at the hilt of his blade, eyes moving over the darkness keenly. Every step he took into the room he could feel the air get heavier and heavier, and… oddly enough to smell more and more like flowers. “Hello…?!” He called again a little louder, voice seeming to echo even farther.

A loud crack made him jump, quickly looking behind him to see that the door had slammed shut behind him. Danny felt his eyes widen as he quickly began to make his way back toward it, he only made it a few steps before he heard her.

“I’ve been expecting you.” A woman's voice echoed at first not seeming to have any particular location, almost rattling through his head more than anything. Danny didn’t know where to look, his lips parting unsure what to say, “Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.” Said the voice again, this time right by his ear.

Danny spun around, eyes wide with disbelief when he found himself staring at a now sunny space full of flowers, it… was almost a greenhouse or royal garden, but something about it told him that wasn’t quite it. As he looked up there was no glass ceiling… and no sun either, just a black sky full of stars. And yet this space was filled with bright and beautiful daylight, it causing the dew on the plants to glisten.

Danny looked back behind him but only found more shrubbery and flowers growing wildly; nervously he began to take steps forward. Danny had no idea where he was going, or where he was even… only that there were flowers of every sort and shape. Danny could hear the fine gravel under his boots crunch with each step, it was a change from the creaking floorboards of the inn.

A small purple butterfly took to the air as Danny passed, fluttering ahead of him softly. Danny watched it curiously, noticing that it seemed to fly in one spot for a time as if it was waiting for him to follow. Danny eventually did so, eyes staying open to anything that could happen. ‘I hate sorcerers.’ He thinks to himself, being all too aware of the kind of things they pulled to show their “unimaginable power”. It didn’t impress Danny in the slightest.

The butterfly made a few brisk turns, leading him down many paths until they came to a space where falling water could be heard. As soon as the sound was able to be heard the butterfly disappeared into purple mist; Danny could only sigh and shake his head. Everything here was most likely an illusion of some sort, many magic users created something of… a study den if you will. A place where they felt safe to practice their magic, though this place was all in their imagination… part of a meditation.

Danny continued forward to find a pond with a small fresh water waterfall running into it. “It’s about time.” The woman’s voice spoke again, as his eyes came to meet the owner his cheeks immediately turned a fiery red. Danny was quick to lift his eyes skyward; the woman before him stepped out of the water completely naked without any shame.

“Ah-- a shy one I see.” She uttered out loud, pulling her fingers through her wet hair.

“Not at all, just… a gentleman.” Danny responded, not wanting to look down at her until she was fully clothed.

“A gentleman would have knocked before entering my chambers.” She responded, with a subtle grin.

“I would have knocked, but I know better than to even flick a protected door.” He tells her, it was a strange feeling having his eyes upward. As a general rule Danny thought it safer to always keep his eyes on people he wasn’t sure could be trusted, somehow though, looking away from her came instinctually.

“Fair,” She utters, taking a seat on a large stone by the water. She didn’t seem inclined to put on any clothing at all, exuding all the confidence in the world. “Good god man, you can look at me. I won’t bite.” She tells him.

Danny struggled to lower his gaze back to her figure, “Just--- can you put on a towel or something? Please?” He responded,

“You realize this is my realm, I don’t have to do anything you ask me to.” The woman tells him seriously, “In fact I could have removed your clothing if that was my intention.” She admits, arms folded, but abiding by his request. She moved to place a loose robe over her shoulders.

“Now tell me. Are you here to help me Danny?” She inquires, not bothering to tie the ribbon around the waist.

Danny cleared his throat as his gaze finally came upon her, “I… well I came here to get more information.” He tells her, eyes lingering a little on her facial features. It was true what they said about sorceresses… they were always enchantingly beautiful. Danny almost fell into a dream-like state looking into her eyes, “Like… what you’re doing here in a city that wants your kind dead first off.” He finally continues.

“Oh,” She hummed, “Nil didn’t tell you?” She says, no expression coming to her features. She slowly locking eyes with him,

“...I’m going to kill the King.” She says.

//So this was incredibly fun to write. I just got so freaking lost in it. It's up to you guys if you want me to do a separate fic series following the Kiszka brothers as this one is just Danny for now! If so, leave me some ideas for what race or role yall think they would have!

Fun fact is actually a character I play in a D&D session my S/O runs! You'll definitely get more information about her as the story continues on.//

#greta van fleet #josh kiszka #josh gvf #danny gvf #jake gvf #jake kiszka #sam gvf #danny wagner #danny wagner x reader #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet roleplay #gvf fanfiction #gvf magical #gvf imagine #lover leaver

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Let’s Review || Chapter 18

Peter Parker knew that his big sister would do anything for him to be safe and happy. She’d given up everything for him twice over already and would do it again in a heartbeat. And that’s why, when the criminal mastermind Tony Stark started inextricably following him around, he didn’t say a word. Because he knew without a doubt Penny would do whatever she had to if it meant keeping Peter safe. He had to protect her, just like she always protected him. He never considered what would happen if Stark decided both Parker siblings were worth taking. Never considered who else in Stark’s inner circle would agree. He just wanted to protect her and yet somehow, they both ended up with needles in their necks.

relationship: Steve Rogers/Original Female Character/Bucky Barnes, background Peter Parker/Tony Stark rating: Explicit warnings: Dark Steve Rogers, Dark Bucky Barnes, Dark Tony Stark, Dark Avengers, kidnapping, non-consensual&dark sexual situations, underage Peter Parker, emotional and psychological abuse, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat more warnings: i’m going to start including detailed warnings to the very ends of chapters in order to avoid ruining the shock factor in chapters while still being mindful of potential individual triggers. open the read more, CTRL + F and search “content warnings” to skip to the extra tags if you so choose. 

Penny wasn’t entirely sure when the other shoe was going to drop. After throwing up all over the bedroom floor and crying profusely for a full hour, Steve had carried her to the bathroom for a shower while Bucky had phoned down to the kitchen for Chef Cohen to send something up. She was sure she only remembered showering because of Steve’s wandering hands. The assault in itself wasn’t shocking, they touched her constantly and it was always more sexual while they bathed, but it had been different. The touches had been more insistent, fingers probing and stroking. When she’d tried to squirm away, he’d swatted her ass hard enough that it was still smarting the next morning. 

There were plenty of things to be nervous about and she wasn’t quite sure what to start with, but the fact she’d been punished for trying to escape his touches was… bad. It couldn’t quite top the fact that as they sat eating breakfast, neither had mentioned the previous evening. There was no talk of her trying to add extra ventilation to Bucky's head or that she’d smashed up Steve’s face again. 

“Pretty quiet this morning, doll,” Bucky stated conversationally after an extended silence, “what’s on your mind?” 

Penny’s fingers tightened around her fork, “...nothing.” 

“Nothing?” Steve’s eyebrow went up, a derisive mockery of surprise and she realized whatever was coming was about to happen—the soldiers were waiting for some signal but she didn’t know what it was. 

Staying quiet was evidently the wrong answer, because Steve’s face contorted into an expression of borderline irritated disappointment. Bucky seemed to mask his annoyance easier, setting down his utensils and clasping his hands over his plate. She watched the brunet closely, expecting him to stand up and cried out in shock when she was suddenly swept up out of her seat by Steve instead. The man had moved almost impossibly fast and had Penny laid out on her front across his knees on the couch before she really realized what was going on. 

“We had agreed that your punishment was going to be a spanking, once a day for a week,” he easily ignored her struggles, literally ripping her shorts and panties off of her body, “but you can’t even apologize for your actions like a good girl. So today you’re getting two, I’ll take the first and Bucky can do the second.” 

“Apologize?!” Penny’s voice came out as a bark, shock settling through her, “I—” 

“You are an adult and should know when you need to apologize, if that’s something we need to teach you, then we will,” the first hit came without any warning and she screeched, legs kicking out while he quickly wrangled her flailing hands, “count Penny, or we’ll start from one.” 

When she didn’t respond, another hit came down, “you can count or I can keep going until your ass blisters, babydoll, but you better keep in mind this is one spanking of many.” 

Another smack, “agh! Two!” 

Another smack, “one Penny, you didn’t count when I told you to so you’re still at one.” 

Unlike the previous spanking, there were already tears in Penny’s eyes, “fuck—one! One!” 

“No cursing during a punishment,” another hit, “back to one since you can’t be sweet.” 

A coughing sob escaped her, “one! One, I’m sorry!” 

“Awh, now you’re sorry huh baby?” Steve’s voice was more taunting than she’d ever heard, “amazing how fast you can change your tune.” 

Penny got to five before losing count and Bucky smiled from where he leant against the wall; Steve hated when she was in pain but the blond had one helluva temper when pressed and boy had Penny pressed. Penny begged when he told her to go back to one, managing three swats before she gave in and started counting again. Bucky had no idea how many she’d actually taken but had no doubts Steve knew exactly how many times his hand had come down on her bare ass. It was bright red already and Bucky would bet his backpay there would be dark purple bruises by the end of her five days. 

When Penny finally managed to get to ten, Steve was quick to lift her up and sit her flat on his lap, her back to his chest and her ass pressed painfully into his thighs. It spoke to how distracted she was by the pain, she didn’t even notice the way Steve hooked her legs over the outsides of his knees. Bucky tried not to grin at the sight of her dusky pussy, spread wide and brutally exposed. 

“Are you ready to apologize to Bucky, babydoll?” Penny immediately nodded through her sobs, obviously not willing to risk the blond's wrath if she didn’t respond properly. 

Steve glanced up, eyes trailing over Bucky and a wry grin taking his lips; he’d assumed Buck would be rock hard and was easily proven right, watching the man swiftly pull his raging hard on out of his sweats. Penny didn’t even seem to fully comprehend what was going on as Steve pressed his fingers between her lips, between her teeth and opened her mouth wide. 

“Open up precious, be a good girl now,” Steve pressed his lips against her ear as Bucky came to stand between their spread legs, hand pumping over the length of his cock, “be sweet Penny, no teeth.” 

It was the last order that seemed to shock her out of her daze, brown eyes finally gaining some understanding just in time for Bucky to slip the head of his cock through her lips to drag against her tongue. Almost immediately she attempted to pull back, only for Steve to lay a brutal slap against her exposed pussy. 

“If you wanna be naughty your next spanking is gonna be right here, like this, while you swallow Bucky’s cock,” Penny immediately stopped moving, tear filled brown eyes locked on Bucky. 

“You’re alright, doll,” he murmured, hands on either side of her face while his thumbs stroked away her tears, “I promise you’ll start to like taking my cock like this, we’ll get you used to it,” he gave a short thrust at the back of her mouth, tutting slightly when she tried to close her throat, “open up, let me feed you baby. You didn’t eat much for breakfast and I’ve got plenty of cum to fill you up.” 

He pulled back, cock slipping out of her mouth with an audible pop and Penny immediately whined, “please, please—” 

“Finish him off and your done, babydoll,” Steve brushed his lips over the shell of her ear, her cheek, “we’ll get some arnica cream, get you some new shorts, we can lay around and watch a movie—Buck and I are both staying home, we’ll have a good day, precious.” 

Bucky speared back into her mouth before she could respond, “take it all the way baby, breathe through your nose.” 

Penny gagged when his cock pressed down into her throat but didn’t try to pull off, making the soldiers both smile. Steve brought his hand back down to her spread cunt, ignoring the way her thighs trembled and how she instinctively tried to close her legs. His fingers danced over her pussy, coming to rub tiny circles against her clit. She shook at the sensation and Steve smiled, licking his fingers before returning his hand to her cunt; the hood of her clit was incredibly sensitive, if the way she jumped and panted around Bucky’s cock was any indication. He’d have to ask the brunet his opinions on piercing her down there—Steve, personally, greatly enjoyed the idea of a nice fat jewel to keep her stimulated and wet at all times. 

“Oh that’s good, precious,” Bucky gave several short thrusts into her mouth before his hands went to the back of her head, “gonna finish me off, baby? Here we go, take a deep breath.” 

He barely gave her time to comply before sliding home down her throat, ignoring the way she wretched as his balls slapped her chin. Several long, brutal thrusts followed while Steve buried his fingers into her cunt, fucking her deep and rubbing her g spot while Bucky fucked into her throat. He bottomed out in her mouth, hands closing around the back of her head to hold her in place. 

“Stay right there,” he grunted, the soldiers ignoring the way her hands slapped desperately at the brunet's thighs—it was instinctual and she couldn’t really help it, “hold it Penny, don’t panic and hold my cock down your throat.” 

The brunet made her wait a good 15 seconds before he pulled back, ignoring her crying whines and immediately plowing back in. Her hips were wiggling as Steve finger fucked her cunt, just as relentless and determined as Bucky—if the tone of her whines were anything to go by, his determination was about to quickly pay off. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” Bucky grunted and slowed his thrusts, pulling back until just an inch or so of his length was left in her mouth, “suck the head baby, hollow your cheeks. That’s good precious, be a good girl, deep breaths through your nose.” 

Steve grinned slightly at his lover’s words; Penny could breathe deep all she wanted, once Bucky started cumming down her throat she was gonna get choked out and he enjoyed the challenge of forcing her to cum while she couldn’t breathe. He dipped his fingers into her cunt and spread the copious wetness up to her clit, the extra slide making her hips jolt almost violently while the fingers on his other hand worked over the spongy wall of her pussy.

“Shit—shit,” Bucky gave several brutal thrusts deep down Penny’s throat, “fuck, I’m gonna cum precious, I’m—fuck!” 

His balls slapped her chin as he bottomed out, the first initial gush of cum going straight down the back of her throat. Penny choked, eyes watering with panic as she instinctively tried to draw back, only for Bucky to start sawing just a couple of inches back and forth, just enough to pump his cock through the orgasm. Steve knew how uncomfortable it could be to take Bucky's entire load, could vividly imagine the cramp in his jaw, the rapidly increasing fullness of his stomach. Penny squirmed on his lap and he gave her pussy several light slaps, the stimulation and pain distracting her from the discomfort. He could feel her cunt tighten around his fingers and grinned. 

“Cum Penny,” he ordered, punctuating each word with a slap, “cum on my fingers while Buck pours down your throat, now Penny.” 

The noise she made came from her chest, incapable of escaping her mouth. She clenched tight around his fingers, her entire body trembled for several seconds before her legs thrashed out. Another long whine emanated from her chest and it was a good thing Buck had such a tight hold on her head because her body heaved when Steve’s hands didn’t let up. He was quick to pull her back when the thrashing came to an almost complete stop as she verged on unconsciousness, Bucky groaning at the loss of her mouth. The brunet brought a hand up to cover her throat, gently rubbing up and down until she gagged and gasped for breath while his other hand stroked his cock to send the last few thick ropes of cum across her face. 

“There you go babydoll, you’re okay,” Steve knew exactly what it was like to have a massive orgasm when you couldn’t breathe for an extended period of time, “you did good, precious.” 

“I knew she’d be pretty when she came.” 

Penny’s eyes slit open, her face going from red to entirely ashen in a startlingly short time as she realized Tony had entered their living space and was leaning against the wall next to the fireplace, directly across from where Steve held Penny. He and Buck had both clocked the man immediately when he entered during Penny’s spanking, but it was unnecessary to call any attention to it. As long as he didn’t interfere it didn’t matter, but Steve clenched this teeth when the genius spoke; it was stupid and incendiary and Penny burst into tears almost as soon as she registered he was there. The blond was quick to limit her movements. The plan had been to close her legs and shift her to sit sideways on his lap, but Bucky stole her from his arms before he could. The brunet looked just a shade shy of furious, the heated glare he sent Tony spoke volumes even as he silently left the living room and went into the bedroom. The door slammed and Tony’s shoulders jumped while he laughed. 

“Do you think that’s funny, Tony?” Steve’s tone caused him to immediately stop laughing, raising his hands placatingly. 

“Calm down, Captain Crabbypants, I just came to check on things.” 

“Which is fine Tony,” Steve stood, arms crossing over his chest as he took just a few steps forward, “but you should’ve left when you saw we had the situation under control. You definitely should’ve at least kept your mouth shut. That was an opportunity for progress, Tony, and you shot us in the foot.” 

“Don’t be so dramatic, it wasn’t—” 

“Tony, I am telling you it was out of line,” the blond immediately cut him off, “Penny isn’t yours. Her punishments aren’t an open show, we let you stay when you came in and then you decided to make a stupid quip and upset her. In the future, I need you to ask for permission before coming into the apartment.” 

There was a moment of tense silence and Steve watched Tony’s jaw tick. The genius didn’t like to be told what to do, didn’t like limitations being set on his person. 

“Alright Cap,” he nodded after a moment, “will do. Now, the reason I came down was for proof of life for Peter.”

“She can’t go see him right now, Tone,” Steve shook his head hands coming to rest on his hips, “not in this state. Buck’s gonna treat the spanking and then she’s going back to bed for a few hours.” 

“Just send a soundbite through JARVIS, it’s not rocket science old timer,” the repeated admonishments from the soldier seemed to have turned Tony’s mood, “have her say something that can be replayed without Peter losing it.” 

Steve’s eyebrows immediately jumped up his forehead, “you mean like how I would like you to not say things that make Penny lose it?” Before Tony could respond he waved the man towards the door to the apartment, “we'll send something your way, Tony.” 

The brunet seemed to consider his actions for just a moment before nearly storming out the door, irritation visible in his stride. Steve didn’t have much sympathy; Penny certainly wouldn’t have been okay had Tony not been so stupid, but the inconsolable humiliation could’ve been avoided. He quickly headed to join them in the bedroom, only to find himself hesitating in the doorway with a small smile. 

Penny was holding her own weight, pressed up against Bucky’s chest tightly while the man carefully rubbed arnica into the new bruises she’d acquired. She was saying something between sobs, because Bucky was nodding along placatingly and cooing in her ear.

“Never again babydoll, I promise, he’ll never be there like that again,” there was a threat in Bucky’s tone that Steve immediately recognized; if Tony decided to show his face again during an intimate moment, there would be hell to pay, “you did so good baby, you did so well.” 

Steve walked up behind her, hands resting gently on her shoulders, “let’s get some shorts on you baby, the pink ones are gone but we’ve got some others.” 

Bucky gave him a quick kiss over her shoulder before the blond moved to the dresser, digging out a pair of soft white shorts. They’d smart against her ass more than the silk but for the moment would suffice. She hissed just a little when he let the waistband drag over her skin, a quick reminder of the punishment she’d earned. Steve stepped back and took a seat on the edge of the bed before beckoning her forward, arms outstretched but held close to his body—he liked to see her reaching for him. She took just a few seconds to contemplate before leaning out towards him, tensing up when he lifted her to sit sideways on his knees. 

“We should’ve done better for you last night, babydoll. As soon as Peter started acting up we should’ve removed you from the situation and we didn’t,” her tense muscles turned to stone and he immediately ran his hands up her shirt, pulling her close to his body and using the extra skin contact to his advantage, “shhhhh, calm down. We know better, we know how you react with Peter and we should’ve taken care of you. That being said, you still broke the rules. I already explained your punishment but I want you to understand that Bucky and I think we have a solution to the problems we’ve been having, it’s just going to take a little while for us to get things going. All you have to do is hold it down in the meantime, precious, just like today.” 

Her jaw worked for a moment while she apparently held her explosive temper. When she continued not to respond, stewing slightly in her fury, Steve tucked her closer to his chest and sighed. Most likely it was the just like today that got to her. Bucky flashed him a ‘bad-bad-not-good' hand sign followed by a ‘warning', the brunet reading her facial expressions easily. At this point he might as well go for broke, his hand sliding down to cradle her full stomach gently.

“You did good, precious, today was a good lesson for you,” it was potentially a mistake, especially considering the way she shook when he pressed his hand more firmly against the very slight pooch of her tummy, “Buck’s got a lot of cum—we both do, actually, after the serum thing, but all Bucky really wants is to fill you up. We’ll get you nice and acclimated to taking his load before you start taking mine too. We’ve got plenty of time though, to get you used to being all full of cum.” 

Penny was stiff as a rock, even her trembling had stopped and her face paled at the implication. Before she could think about it too long, Bucky stepped up to the bed and rested his knee next to Steve’s thigh, closing her from the front, back and side. 

“You don’t need to be so scared babydoll, it sounds scary but you’ll get used to it. I’ll try not to be as rough as I was this morning, but you took my cock down your throat so well. Your pretty pussy will be so much less difficult and we’ll take our time working your asshole up to taking one of our cocks—that’s so much easier nowadays, they make all of those things that stretch your asshole out. We’ll get you a pretty one and you can just wear it all the time.”

Steve clocked the exact moment Bucky realized that an anal plug could also be used to keep their cum inside of her for as long as they wanted, but was quick to divert the brunet’s attention, “you just need to focus on being sweet for us Penny, you be a good girl and we’ll worry about everything else. We’ve been saying we were gonna do better for you for days now and I promise we’ve finally got a plan in motion to do that.” 

“Speaking of everything else,” Bucky swept her up into his arms, ignoring the yelp of pain she gave when her shorts pulled taut over her ass, “you need to go pee after having Stevie's fingers in your pussy or you might get an infection, we should get you cleaned up.” 

To be completely honest, Steve would've rather Bucky dropped her on the bed so he could eat her messy cunt until she cried, but instead he watched the pair disappear into the bathroom. Penny needed time to recalibrate and resume her usual candor, if minus a bit of naughtiness. It had still been there that morning, tiny sprigs of the fire in her heart. The last thing they wanted was to extinguish that, it was passion and ferocity and life in a way that was uniquely Penny— they just needed to adjust her targets. 

“JARVIS, blackout protocol, full system,” he ordered, listening while Bucky kept up a running commentary in the bathroom, not giving Penny time to sit in silence or think too much.

“Full security blackout will begin in 15 seconds, my abilities throughout the apartment will be 98% nullified with exceptions for safety measures including fire procedures and intruder protocols.” 

It took about a minute and a half for Bucky to return with Penny, a quick ‘okay-question’ hand signal met with a nod. Telling her their plans would likely be met with resistance, even with her ass stinging and her throat sore, but having JARVIS listening in would be entirely too detrimental. Steve had only vaguely brushed the subject with Tony and with the genius’s current mood, solidifying the plans might bring up wanted discourse. 

Steve shifted back into the bed, leaning up against the headboard before holding his arms out to take Penny from Bucky. The brunet helped him set her gently on his thighs, curled to the side and leaned up against Steve’s chest before he followed them onto the mattress. He canted his body towards them, Penny’s shins resting over his lap. 

“The next few days are gonna be tough doll,” Steve pressed his lips to the side of her head, speaking quietly even in the silent room, “but we told you we have a solution for you and we do. When we came out of the ice, the army owed us both an awful lot in back pay and restitution—between the two of us, we’re gonna be comfortable for a long time and we’ve taken to investing in the last few years. I bought a couple of houses, out in different parts of the country. Right now I’m having one of them fixed up for us and it should be ready by the end of the week.” 

Bucky was careful not to give the gears in Penny’s head any time to start turning, “We’re hoping to grab a quinjet and head out as soon as your punishment’s finished up, we’ll get all of our things packed up and goodbyes said the night before.” 

“G-Goodbyes? Wh—”

“Yes baby, goodbyes,” Steve squeezed her little body tight to his chest for just a moment, long enough for her system to recognize the comforting pressure before letting go, “like I said earlier, the tower isn’t going to work. We’re asking you to deal with too much change with too many variables. If we go out of town, get you somewhere quiet, we can x out those variables and all you have to focus on is this, us.” 

“We should’ve done better for you from the beginning, precious, we just felt like it was unfair to take you away from Peter. It was a mistake and we recognize that; it's not unfair, just necessary. Once you’ve accepted this life we’ll come back—or we could travel,” Bucky’s eyes flicked up to meet Steve’s, a questioning expression on his face, “I hadn’t thought of it until now, but maybe travelling will do us all some good. Steve and I have been a bit cooped up recently anyway. Have you ever traveled outside of New York doll?” 

When Penny didn’t answer, Steve shifted her on his lap just enough to deliver a smack to her still smarting ass, “you need to answer when we ask you questions Penny.” 

The brunette yelped, eyes immediately starting to water as she wiggled on Steve’s lap, crying out when he laid down another swat when she still didn’t answer, “No! No, I haven’t t-travelled.” 

“Your poor ass is gonna be black and blue by the time the week’s up,” Bucky murmured, partially to himself and Steve and partially loud enough to get a whine out of Penny, “you might wanna stop earning those extra swats, precious.” 

“I’m not trying to!” She snapped in frustration, fists balled in her lap, “y-you—”

Bucky barked a laugh, followed quickly by Steve who hauled her higher up against his chest, “oh good, you’re still in there.”

content warnings: noncon spankings, blowjobs, throat fucking, vaginal fingering and spanking, cum swallowing/eating, mention of noncon anal play, sex toy use, piercing and cunnilingus. hmu if i've forgotten something.

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[lloydskywalkers]

terrorize y’all’s neighborhood

I can’t write short fics, you guys. I tried. 

Anyways, I know DOTD is the canon Ninjago-Halloween-equivalent thing, but I wanted to write about the ninja having a normal holiday, because in what world would Lloyd not love an opportunity to dress up and eat all the candy he wants?

(And the title is completely stolen from Thriller. Completely.)

Hope you guys are having a great holiday!

"Kai."

"Kai, look."

Kai rolls his eyes, glancing skyward briefly before turning.

Sure enough, Lloyd is holding a bloodied, rubber eyeball up to his own tightly closed one, his face screwed up in a grotesque expression. "Agh, my eye fell out!"

Kai leans one arm against the shopping cart, the other on his hip. "What did I tell you about picking stuff up we aren't gonna buy?" he says, even as he suppresses a snort.

Lloyd's expression falls, and he sticks his tongue out at him. "You're not fun," he grouses.

"I'm lots of fun," Kai says. "I'm just trying not to raise the Green Ninja to be a corrupt child criminal who steals bloody eyeballs from Walmart."

"I'm not stealing," Lloyd protests. "Look, I got it from the Halloween section, it's right there!"

Kai looks up and realizes that he has, indeed, made the crucial error of wandering into the Halloween section with Lloyd in tow, when they're only supposed to be getting a few groceries.

"Oops," he mutters.

"Oooh, look at all the fake blood they have…"

Kai quickly makes to drag Lloyd away before he's forever swallowed by aisles of plastic skeletons and cheap ghoul masks. "C'mon, bud, we've still gotta get stuff for meals," he says, as he tugs a reluctant Lloyd toward the food aisles. "We can't all eat rubber eyeballs for dinner."

"Aw, but they have so much cool stuff," Lloyd pouts, watching the Halloween aisle disappear forlornly. "What's the point of Halloween if you guys aren't even gonna let me celebrate it?"

Kai is only half-listening what Lloyd is saying, too intent on the scrawled shopping list he's got in his hand. He brings it closer to his face, squinting. Why do they keep letting Nya write the shopping lists? Her hand-writing is terrible, they should just appoint Zane as secretary from now on.

"-and that's why Halloween is clearly the best holiday in the entire world," Lloyd is still rattling on. "It's way better than those other dumb holidays, kris-ness, or whatever-"

"You mean Christmas?" Kai gapes at him. He shakes his head. "Boy, we're gonna have to change your mind on that one…"

Lloyd shakes his head. "Halloween is definitely the best, because you get to dress up and scare people, but most importantly you get-" He stops abruptly, eyes going wide as Kai desperately tries to drag them to the next aisle.

"Candy, Kai, can we stop, please, please please-"

"Lloyd, I told you, we're only here for groceries."

Lloyd groans, hanging off the shopping cart as Kai struggles to push it forward, kicking at Lloyd with his leg. "Just some of the mini snickers bars? The ones with little ghosts on them?"

"Lloyd-"

"I'll die without them."

"You've been hanging out with Jay too much," Kai huffs, dragging Lloyd up by his arm. "Look, if you're good, maybe I'll buy you a candy bar at the check-out."

Lloyd brightens immediately at that. "Okay!" He says. "What's next? Do we need cereal? 'Cause the cereal's right here. Can we get Froot Loops?"

Kai rolls his eyes, but he can't help but grin at Lloyd's enthusiasm as he practically tears down the aisle, the sleeves of Jay's old hoodie (that's still way too large for him) flopping over his hands again as he does.

The grin slides off his face as Kai glances back down at the shopping list, highly conscious of the tiny numbers Nya's scrawled at the bottom of the page. Those are painfully legible. He drags a hand over his face. They're not scrapped for money, per say, but after everything - the loss of basically all their belongings on the Bounty to the Devourer, the cost of keeping up with rent - they really do need to be keeping an eye on things, financially. They aren't terrible, but it reminds Kai uncannily of the days he spent struggling to support himself and Nya on the blacksmith shop.

It also means he can't buy Lloyd anything he wants - not even cheap little bloody eyeballs.

Kai glances over the list again, chewing on the inside of his cheek. They can't not get ibuprofen, that's a big no-go. Basic medical supplies are a must, obviously, and he can't skimp on the milk or Zane'll kill him. They could maybe skip the anxiety meds this time, but then Kai would feel awful if anyone had trouble-

"What's wrong?" Lloyd says, craning his head over Kai's arm. "Do we not have enough money? Do you owe some to somebody? Are we in trouble with the mob?"

"Are we - what?" Kai blinks. "The mob - no, Lloyd, geez. How do you even know about that?"

"Gene had an uncle in it! He said they would go yank people off the street, then they would like, steal their kidneys an' stuff if they couldn't pay you back," Lloyd says, gleefully.

Kai stares at him, mentally despairing. He finally decides to let this particular one go. "No, Lloyd," he sighs, wearily. "We're not in trouble with the mob. We're just…a little tight on stuff, right now."

Kai winces. How is he supposed to explain their financial woes to a kid? "Sorry kiddo, we probably won't be able to get those snickers today."

"It's okay," Lloyd says, with surprising nonchalance. "I know we're not super rich or anything. Stuff cost a lot. Before I was with you guys, back when I was on my own, I would try to buy food and stuff, sometimes? But it cost so much. Who even has that much money, anyways?"

Kai winces even harder, feeling the same frustrating mix of pained anger he does whenever Lloyd brings up his childhood thus far.

"-anyways, the point is, I totally get why people become bank robbers, because imagine if you had that much money, you could buy, like, so much candy-!"

"And that's our cue to check out," Kai says, a hand on Lloyd's back as he ushers him past the employee eyeing them suspiciously. "Didn't I say we were trying not to turn you into a corrupt child criminal?" he hisses.

"It was just a joke! You're never fun, geez-"

They get through the check-out line mercifully quick, and Kai's total ends up being slightly under budget, so he caves and buys them a snickers bar to split. Lloyd is seemingly pacified, so Kai decides it's a good time to bring something back up.

"Anyways, back to the whole 'we're tyrants who won't let you celebrate Halloween' thing," Kai says, as they pile the now-bagged groceries back into the shopping cart. "Where'd you get that idea? We're obviously going to celebrate. You can even go trick-or-treating with the other kids in Ninjago City, if you want. Or we can hit up Jamanaki, or Cole's hometown, I guess."

Whatever place is safest at the moment, Kai decides, as they head out of the store.

Lloyd, to his surprise, doesn't exactly look thrilled with that idea. "I dunno," he says, dully. "I don't really wanna hang out with the other kids. Can we just watch scary movies at the apartment?"

"What's wrong with the other kids?" Kai says, frowning. Lloyd isn't usually shy - maybe a little quiet around new people, but he's definitely not one to shy away from any opportunity to get candy, regardless of who's around.

Lloyd shrugs, looking down as he toes a scuff on the linoleum floor. "There's nothing wrong with them," he mutters. "It's more kinda...me."

Kai blinks, coming to a halt. "What?"

Lloyd gives a jerky little shrug. He grins up at him, a toothy one that shows his slightly too-sharp teeth, his red eyes flashing. "'Cause I'm the spawn of evil, duh, they all fear me!"

He says it brightly, still grinning fiercely, but Kai catches the slight waver in his voice, the fake edge in his smile.

Oh. Kai's heart twists.

He opens his mouth to give a rebuttal, fully prepared to insist to Lloyd that nobody even notices those things - and stops. Kai hesitates, thinking back to their trip in the store so far. You'd think, living in a place where literal snake people ran around constantly, red eyes wouldn't draw much attention. But living in a place where Garmadon is relatively well-known…

There'd been that shopper passing by who had done a double-take at Lloyd, her eyes quickly skirting away from his. Kai had shot her a death glare, and Lloyd thankfully hadn't noticed, but…still.

Kai's jaw tightens, and he feels about ready to bare his own teeth.

"You just…you just gotta show 'em it's nothing," he opts instead, trying to sound encouraging. Cole is usually much better at this positivity stuff. Or Zane. Or Jay, really, just anyone other than Kai. "Just be yourself," he finally says. "Once they actually meet you, they'll like you, no sweat."

"Just be yourself? What kind of stupid advice is that?" Lloyd glares. "You didn't even like me when you met me."

"Wha- that's not true," Kai says, frowning. "I-"

"You guys hung me from a roof!"

Kai cringes. "Ah, yeah…um….look, in hindsight, that was super uncool-"

"And then you all hated me for like, a month, until you found out I was the Green Ninja-"

"Hey, woah, now that's not true," Kai says, grabbing Lloyd's shoulders firmly, forcing him to look at him. "We definitely liked you before then, and you know it. But c'mon, Lloyd - you acted like a total brat, you know that, right?"

Lloyd huffs, but he nods, looking sour. "Yeah, yeah," he mutters. His expression falls a bit. "But…you guys are different. No one else has ever liked me. All the kids at Darkley's hated my guts."

Kai is dying, just a bit, on the inside. Like the I-Need-To-Light-Someone-On-Fire-For-This kind of dying, the kind where he goes out and does something stupid-

"Except for maybe Brad," Lloyd mutters, hand on his chin. "I think he sorta liked me, a little bit…"

Kai finally cuts in, his voice only mildly venomous. "Well, the kids at Darkley's were all little assholes-"

"Nya says you're not supposed to use that word," Lloyd says, suddenly very serious. He'd taken his "language learned at Darkley's is not acceptable language if you want dessert tonight" lecture very seriously, it appears.

Kai huffs. "Okay, those little jerks - they don't know what they're talking about. They're a bunch of brainless rock heads."

Lloyd gives a slightly happier giggle at that. "Like Cole?"

Kai gives him a side eye. "Be nice."

"Cole is way cooler than anyone at Darkley's, anyways," Lloyd amends.

"How about this," Kai says. "We all go trick-or-treating together, so if anyone decides to mess with you, I light them on fire."

Lloyd lights up brighter than the flashing electronic pumpkins next to them, and Kai mentally congratulates himself.

"For real?" Lloyd says. "You'll dress up and everything?"

"Cross my heart," Kai draws an x across his chest. "Now hop on," he says, patting the shopping cart handle. "I'll run and push us across the parking lot."

Lloyd whoops, hopping up on the cart.

"Okay," he says, as Kai puts one foot up. "I lied. You're sometimes fun."

"Oh, just sometimes, huh," Kai grins.

"On weekends, and holidays, and-"

Kai never does learn when else he's fun, because Lloyd is too busy laughing as they careen down the parking lot, shopping cart rattling loudly in their wake.

******

Nya thinks them all trick-or-treating a great idea, and she claims that she can make fake blood all on her own - so by the time Zane agrees with her, nobody stands a snowball's chance in hell of saying no to that particular team-up of puppy eyes.

Cole tries arguing that they don't have costumes, until Jay wickedly reminds him that they've still got the pirate outfits from the whole thing with Captain Soto and his men - but by that point, Cole isn't resisting much anyways. Lloyd's excitement is infectious, and it's fun to celebrate holidays with a family this big.

It's something none of them are quite used to, but it's welcome nonetheless.

"We're only sticking to this neighborhood, okay?" Cole tells them, for the hundredth time. "It'll gonna be crowded enough that I doubt anyone will notice it's us, and they're running a haunted house in the middle, so-"

"A haunted house?" Lloyd says, looking up from where he's finishing off the blood splatters on his own costume. "Can I take back what I said about Ninjago City being lame? This is awesome."

Lloyd, economically, has decided to as a ghost, which only requires Nya's old bedsheet, eyeholes, and a good deal of homemade fake blood splattered over it.

"I've gotta be a scary ghost," Lloyd tells Jay, seriously. "The more blood, the better."

"You got it, kid," Jay says, who's getting pretty liberal with the blood himself.

"You're a pirate, Jay, not a zombie," Zane says, ducking the drops of red paint that go flying.

"A zombie pirate," Kai offers.

"A zirate," Jay grins. Cole groans.

Nya's the last to dress up, and she's ended up going as a vampire, to Lloyd's eternal delight.

"You look like me!" he says excitedly, as Nya gives him a sharp-toothed grin.

"Yup," she says, running her tongue over the plastic fangs and making a face. "They feel kinda weird, because they're just lame fakes, but they look super cool, right?"

Lloyd's own fangs (which is a generous term) are tiny in comparison, of course, so they really look absolutely nothing like each other, but the megawatt grin he's got on - Nya's playing the long game here, and Kai has to respect her for that.

This means he's gotta get those snickers bars with the little ghosts on them later, though.

******

Trick-or-treating ends up being a lot more fun than Kai had been expecting - then again, he's never really been himself that he can remember, so maybe it's a new experience for all of them.

Well, except Jay and Cole. They're both far too invested in making sure they hit every single house possible.

Kai grins as he watches them head back from their latest house - Lloyd makes the cutest little terror of a ghost he's ever seen, swamped in the sheet as he is. Albeit a very bloody ghost, fake blood dripped gruesomely all over him. But he seems happy enough, flapping his sheet-covered arms around at anyone who dares get near them.

Well, he had been. Lloyd had discovered, much to his dismay, that it's almost impossible to eat candy with a sheet draped over his face - though there were an amusing few minutes where he had tried vainly to shove several Starbursts through the eyeholes at once. He's finally given up and shoved the sheet back over his head, where it drapes over him like a very bloody cape as he surveys his bag of candy. He's beaten them all by a ridiculously large margin, but that's just because they're all suckers who are slipping half their own candy into his bag the entire night.

"Hey, you got any chocolate you wanna share?" Cole says, reaching his hand toward Lloyd's bag.

Lloyd opens his mouth and snaps his teeth together. "I'll bite you," he threatens. "Like a shark."

"Ooh, Lloyd the Fangfish," Cole pretends to shudder. "Watch out, he's got rabies."

"I do not," Lloyd huffs, but he grudgingly hands Cole one of his Kit-Kats.

"Don't eat too much in one go," Zane reminds him. "You don't want to make yourself sick."

"Aw, c'mon Zane, it's Halloween," Jay says, through a mouthful of his own candy. "Lighten up."

"Hey, Zane can't help being such a mom," Kai says, slinging his arm around him. Zane shrugs at him good-naturedly, not hard enough to actually shake him off. "One of us has to be."

Zane rolls his eyes long-sufferingly. The moon dips behind a cluster of clouds, darkening the streets a bit, and Kai's about to suggest they head home - when a voice echoes across the street.

"Lloyd - hey, Lloyd!"

Lloyd's head snaps up. "Brad?" he says, almost incredulously, as the boy runs up to them, tugging on the hood of his own costume.

Kai stiffens, and he's distinctly aware of Nya giving the kid the stink-eye where she stands off to the side. Sure, Lloyd kind-of made-up with his friends after they lured them all to Darkley's and tried to re-evil-brainwash him, but years of being demon brats don't just go away (look at Lloyd). That, and Lloyd's words from earlier are still pretty fresh in his mind.

Kai narrows his own eyes. Lloyd can handle himself against one little tyke, but just in case…Kai isn't too opposed to shoving some kids in a trash can tonight.

Lloyd and Brad have gone quiet, carefully eyeing each other. Kai holds his breath as they size each other up. Brad was the one Lloyd said might have liked him, right? Maybe this can work in his favor, then. If Lloyd can just be chill for five seconds, then maybe-

"Your fake blood is lame," Lloyd finally says. Nya smacks a hand against her head.

Apparently, it's the right thing to say when you're an ex-evil hellion of a kid, though, because Brad immediately relaxes, jutting his lip out in a half-pouting scowl.

"Is not. Where'd you get yours, anyways?" He gives the ninja a wide-eyed glance. "Did you get it from somebody they killed?" he whispers.

Zane sputters as Cole claps a hand over his mouth, holding back snickers. Lloyd rolls his eyes.

"Nah, they'd never actually kill somebody. They're good guys, remember? Nya - that's Nya, by the way! - she made it."

"Cool," Brad says, looking a little less nervous. "Hey, Gene's over at the playground - wanna help scare him? We still owe him for the fake spider thing, right?"

"Oh - uh, yeah, obviously," Lloyd says, and Kai almost snorts at the gleam in his eye. Gee, you spend all this time trying to reform a kid.

The two fall into easy conversation - mostly plotting an unfortunate Gene's demise - as if they'd never been strained at all, and Kai watches as Lloyd runs off with him to the other kids, feeling a little abandoned and a lot protective.

"Just one little hair," he says to Nya. "I'll just singe one off."

"Kai, he's his friend, look," Nya sighs, gesturing at Lloyd and Brad where they're now tearing around the playground with several other kids (who are, no doubt, equal hellions). "They're just having fun."

"Yeah, well, I don't trust 'em."

"Well, Lloyd can always blast them across town with an energy burst, if they give him any trouble," Jay says, tossing a chocolate bar at Cole.

Zane frowns at him. "That's…not exactly the use of power we should be teaching him."

"What, you don't want Lloyd to protect himself from bullies?"

Zane considers the point. "Perhaps, if the situation called for it…"

"Great!" Jay stands up, linking his arm with Zane. "Then who's up for the haunted house with me?"

Cole takes a step back. "Nuh-uh, you know how I am with creepy houses. I don't do that kind of stuff-"

"You do with us!" Nya says cheerfully, grabbing one arm while Kai wrestles the other. Cole sputters indignantly as they drag him along. "Come on, let's see if Lloyd and his little demon gang wanna join."

******

"Welp!" Jay throws the door open with unnecessary dramatics as they pile back into the apartment. "We're banned for life. I hope you guys are happy."

"Hey, I wasn't the one who drop-kicked the chainsaw actor," Kai mutters.

Cole flushes. "I'm a ninja, I can't help it - it was reflex!""

"Was the high-pitched screaming reflex?" Jay says. Cole elbows him in the gut, and Jay snatches the candy bar from his hand in retaliation. Cole gives an indignant yelp.

"Hey! That was my last chocolate bar!"

Nya roll her eyes as she squeezes past Jay, who's loudly chewing Cole's candy bar in his face. Lloyd totters in behind her, half-buried in the pile of candy he's amassed in his bag. He's giggling manically, and the look in his eyes is genuinely more terrifying than anything Kai's ever seen.

"Pace yourself on that candy, alright?" Kai says, eyeing him. "I don't wanna wake up to you puking your guts out tonight."

"Nuh-uh," Lloyd says, through a mouthful of taffy. "I don' ge' sick from candy. S'impossible."

"That's what you said the last time," Cole says, snatching the bag from Lloyd's hand and ignoring his cry of displeasure. "That's enough for tonight. You can eat yourself sick again in the morning."

Nya strides by them, falling onto the couch next to Kai with a a thwump. Kai watches in amusement as she rubs a hand across her eye, smearing mascara and eyeliner across her cheek in a raccoon-like smudge. Nya notices his stare, glancing at her hand and huffing.

"Remind me not to wear costume makeup again," she mutters, as Kai snorts. "At least I didn't ruin it for the picture."

She digs into her bag, pulling out a slightly-rumpled but still glossy photograph.

"Not that it matters," Nya continues. "This is the worst picture of us I've ever seen." She makes a face, staring at the picture the workers at the haunted house had snapped of them before they went in.

Kai shifts on the couch so he's looking over Nya's shoulder, squinting at the photo. "Is that supposed to be Zane?" he says, pointing at the blurry figure on the right.

"May…be?" Nya says. "At least you turned out alright."

Kai grins at where he's taking up half the picture, Lloyd wrapped in a chokehold around his neck that could be considered a hug if generous, both of them grinning wildly.

"Someone's gotta bring the beautiful," Kai says. He looks up to where Lloyd is being accosted by Cole, having somehow gotten his hands on yet another chocolate bar.

"Lloyd, I said that's enough. Lloyd, don't - no! Stop!"

Lloyd's hand stills, the chocolate bar hovering inches from his mouth.

"Put it down," Cole hisses. The chocolate bar moves half an inch closer. "Lloyd! No!"

Lloyd shoves the chocolate in his mouth before Cole can blink. "Lloyd!"

Lloyd springs from the chair, cackling wildly as he runs. Cole tears after him, seething. "I'll use you as a toothbrush for the Ultradragon, you pint-sized punk-"

"I'm surprised Sensei Wu hasn't come in and killed us yet," Jay says, flopping down on the rug below Kai and Nya, fumbling with the remote.

"He went out for the evening," Zane says. "Which means you can scream as loudly as you want over the movie."

Jay chucks a wrapper at Zane's head. He snatches it easily, tossing it back at Jay. Their worn TV finally flickers to life just as Cole and Lloyd finally wind down, Lloyd looking a lot less gleeful with his decision.

"O-oh, too much candy," Lloyd moans, clambering onto the couch next to Kai.

"You puke on me, I'm tossing you off the roof," Kai says, but he wraps an arm around him nonetheless, pulling Lloyd against his side.

"No you won't," Lloyd yawns, eyelids already fluttering as the movie starts. "You'd miss me too much. Wouldn't ever have any fun without me."

"Oh, I wouldn't?"

"Nope. I gotta…keep you from getting boring."

"No worries on that one," Kai says, grinning. He bites back his own yawn, settling further into the couch as Lloyd nods off, curling up against his side. "No worries at all."

Lloyd is soundly asleep against his side in seconds, snoring softly. Kai's getting all sorts of looks from Jay and Cole, but he masterfully ignores them - for now. Nya's taken to nodding off on his other side, so he's kinda sibling-sandwiched at the moment. Upsetting them isn't worth putting Jay in a headlock tonight.

"Here," Nya suddenly whispers over the movie, waving the picture up at him from where she's using his shoulder as a pillow. "Wanna put it in your modeling portfolio?"

Kai maturely sticks his tongue out at her, but he still snatches the picture. "Nah, but I'll keep it as a reminder of what massive dorks you all are."

They settle back to watching the movie, and he glances at the picture again. It's a pretty cute one - not that he's gonna admit that. It's a keeper, at least. They really don't have a lot of pictures of their team, and hardly any at all with Lloyd and his disaster-haired self.

Ah well. He can take more later. They've got plenty of time.

#my fic #ninjago #taking a break from your regularly scheduled angst to bring you gross fluff #casually hops on the lloyd-with-fangs train

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The Anatomy of Melancholy, 49

Table of Contents. Second Instar, Chapter 16. Go to previous. Go to next. TWs: drug use, somewhat sensual. It must have been that silt bean he ate.

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‘Choly took Sticks back to his rowhouse in the Deenwood officers’ residential. Angel busied itself in the kitchen. Sticks tossed down his flamethrower beside the golf bag in the corner, and atop it his coat, goggles, and ushanka.

“This place have a shower?” the ghoul asked, looking up the stairs in a tank top.

‘Choly’s scalped tensed, recalling Olivia’s caveat. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the texture of the ghoul’s arms which likely covered him head to toe.

“I haven’t tried the plumbing since I got here.” You’re smoothskin. “There’s showers in the enlisted barracks, if you’d--”

“--Nah, if it’s all right with you, I’d rather a good old fashioned one-person bath. It’s been a couple weeks.” He started upstairs.

“Olivia told me the residential plumbing wasn’t safe,” he finally spilled out.

Sticks paused a moment before continuing upward.

“For you, definitely not.”

“...Then she wasn’t lying about it being safe for ghouls?”

The ghoul stopped at the upstairs landing.

“Therapeutic, even.”

Once ‘Choly heard the bathroom door shut, he milled about to survey whether his belongings had remained untouched in his absence. Soon after, the water started, and he found himself upstairs as well, under the guise of assessing his closet effects.

He decided that, during their day on base, he didn’t want to wear his uniform. Stripping out of it, he instead wore the golfing ensemble he’d compiled not a week ago: the cobalt pinstripe dress shirt with white contrast collar and cuffs, the golfing khakis, the mismatched striped and argyle knee high socks, the geranium red cashmere. He stood at length with his arms wrapped across themselves, running his hands over the softness of the sweater as he stared at himself in the broken closet mirror. I’m not a war criminal. Am I? He remembered who’d given him the clothing he’d put on, and knew that he had more important problems to take care of than attempting some vague metric of his morality.

The water had stopped long ago. The bathroom door opened, for Sticks to sit on the side of ‘Choly’s bed to put his gloved left hand back on. Now wearing a Beaver Creek Alley bowling shirt and a pair of khaki slacks, the blond ghoul snorted through his lack of a nose as he noticed the chemist had joined him upstairs, and noticed the odd ensemble.

“Still fixated on dressing uncanny-sharp.” Sticks rubbed at his short under-chin beard. “Form over function’s such an ill fit in the Wasteland. Still, though. It’s nice to feel like I can disregard a need for functionality or security once in a while. Let my guard down and just be comfortable.”

“I just want to be able to stop and breathe and relax for five seconds.” ‘Choly’s hands dropped to his side as he mirrored the regard for the other man’s outfit, and they ended up in his pockets to disguise the exasperation in his body language. “...So you don’t wholly distrust Liv?”

“I only distrust her chem habits.” Sticks slouched back on the bed in dislike of his recollection. “God, she was one of your coworkers. No wonder you had such a hangup over administering chems yourself. I remember that one meltdown you had. Somebody came into the pharmacy, hadn’t used Med-X before. And you had to show them how. Your boss sent you home before lunch. It’s one of the only times you ever beat me home.”

‘Choly’s glasses slipped down his nose as his face slacked, and his cataracted gaze oozed out over the top of them.

“If I didn’t administer, I had to observe. Most days, I didn’t have the nerve to administer. She did. I... I saw things. A lot of things.” He flinched, forcing himself to instead remember how heavily he relied on the Melancholia to psychologically survive his military career. “I... I think silt bean flour would work as an ingredient substitute. Angel says it remembers one of the main ingredients was soy, so. I found some on my way through Billerica. You’re good in the kitchen. Would you help me dry roast them?”

Sticks could recognize the request for a meaningful distraction. He stood, grabbed his bag beside the baseboard, and gestured for ‘Choly to exit first. The two returned downstairs. Angel flitted about on the back patio, though neither could tell exactly what it was on about.

The Handy had placed the silt beans in the refrigerator. The chemist and entrepreneur sat at the kitchen table, peeling from their pods the beans and collecting them in a deep bowl. 'Choly kept finding himself spacing out, staring, and smiling as he watched Sticks split the pods with his gloved hand and retrieving the beans with his other. He cleared his throat and picked up another pod to work at.

“You didn’t weigh in earlier... Do you think I should try the X-Cell-Squared? Should I trust Olivia’s word, that it doesn’t have withdrawal issues?”

The ghoul thought a moment, but didn’t stop working.

“Ultimately, it’s your call. Your body, not mine. You want my opinion, though. If you run the risk of not feeling normal without it, I don’t think it’s a good idea. There’s a lot of different ways to feel addicted to--and withdrawals from--junk.”

‘Choly did and didn’t like this kind of an answer from someone who had been, and likely still was, a chem dealer. He couldn’t tell how honest anyone was being with him anymore, or what motive honesty could have. He popped a raw bean in his mouth in compulsion and chewed it. Expecting a raw, grassy flavor, he warmed instead to its starchy vague butteriness. Maybe he was just paranoid of everyone.

The two finished the first step of the task, and moved on to the second. Sticks spread out the beans in a frying pan. He used a match to ignite the pilot light on the back burner of the oven’s stove, then adjusted the flame to the lowest it’d go. He turned and started to say something, only for ‘Choly to lean up and grab his shirt, to press their lips together. Despite the abruptness of it, Sticks didn’t stop ‘Choly, and eventually kissed him back. He pulled back, slowly, with a dark heavy-lidded glance, and he ran his right hand around the back side of ‘Choly’s head as a smile tugged at each of them.

They both readily kissed again. Sticks backed ‘Choly against the kitchen table, who then sat atop it to compensate for being the shorter of the two, and dragged the ghoul back atop him as their tongues frustrated one another. The chemist removed his glasses and lost them behind him, letting out a wheeze when the ghoul let him lick the edges of the gap in the corner of his top lip.

“Perhaps my prior assessment of the relationship between the two of you was mistaken.” They both jumped, finding Angel’s ocular lenses inches from both their face. Angel’s lenses flickered before it withdrew them. “Forgive my intrusion. I’ll excuse myself.”

“--Angel, wait. Agh.”

‘Choly shot upright with a groan to reach out for the Mister Handy, who returned outside. His hair felt like it had fallen from its french twist, and he compulsively smoothed at it. Then he turned to find Sticks had walked into the living area, to help himself to the dry bar cabinet Angel had added all ‘Choly’s spirits into. After one shot of whiskey, the ghoul took a second with him to sit on the couch.

“If you’re in the market for some fantasy fulfillment, you might as well return the favor.”

Sticks set down his glass on the coffee table, to dig through the bag he’d set down there. He pulled out the lingerie catalogue and waved it knowingly at him. ‘Choly shakily put his glasses back on and a hand crept over his mouth in knit-brow shock of what meaning or purpose laying eyes on the thing again could have possibly been intended. He sank to kneel beside Sticks, readily accepting some unspoken proposition, and ran a hand over the top of the ghoul’s trouser sock, before slipping it under the hem of his slacks to push up the pant leg and caress his leg. In reflex Sticks jerked his leg out of ‘Choly’s hands, his knee coiled back and away, and he stared at him in bewilderment at length before he couldn’t contain a sharp, difficult laugh.

“Mindy, I think you and I had very different reasons for eyeing the same woman.” The ghoul reached forward to set down the catalogue. He retrieved his whiskey, and downed it, then patted ‘Choly on the head. In a stupor, the chemist pushed himself up off the floor, to sit beside him, hands in his lap wringing together for lack of knowing where else to possibly put them.

“If it’s all the same, maybe... Maybe we could just... Sit together on the couch for a while...” He couldn’t contain anxious pouting.

“...While the beans dry?”

“...While the beans dry.”

“You've got me for the time being...” Sticks put an arm across the back of the couch, around ‘Choly’s shoulder, and stared at the peeling ceiling. “What do you intend to do with that? Did you really think you could just continue where you left off? Nothing is the same as it was before the War. Not even you. You’ve looked in a mirror, right.”

When ‘Choly shrank against his chest, Sticks held him. The ghoul said nothing when he could feel the small man shaking with silent tears, and simply held him more firmly.

“I’ve never experienced a golden age in my life, but my brain keeps telling me that literally anything I had before stepping foot in that fucking vault could be better than life after the war. The world ended! Only the dead and dead-inside carry on.”

The hard resolve overwhelmed ‘Choly then, to break his promise to Angel, and he found himself seriously deliberating the best or easiest way to reclaim the Melancholy’s salts from its storage compartment without conflict. He nearly spoke aloud of it, to get Sticks’s input, but shut his mouth again, both for fear that he’d increased Angel’s ability to eavesdrop on him by upgrading its sensory matrix... and for guilt and self-awareness how it likely would sound to tell his once-roommate that he felt the strong drive to suffocate his emotions with drugs.

Sticks saw the look in ‘Choly’s eyes, and his features slacked before he bent forward to retrieve something from his bag. With a plaintive glance, he offered ‘Choly a thin metal syringe of pale purple fluid.

“Case you didn’t pick up on it by now, Sticks is also on account of the needles attached to most of the junk I have to offer.”

‘Choly snorted in a sudden agonized smile at the awful pun, and held the chem in his lap with his eyes shut tight as he tried to get himself to stop crying. Maybe I could use the Med-X in the Melancholia, instead of begging or sneaking the salts. He looked up when he could tell he was shaking his head at himself, and looked to Sticks, who wore a bated objection on his thin lips. Immediately sensing himself misinterpreted, ‘Choly steadied his leg against the cushion of the couch and held the syringe flush and perpendicular to his thigh, then seethed through his teeth when he depressed the plunger. The needle jutted through the fabric of his pants and his flesh to impart the chemical into his bloodstream.

I need it now more than I’ll need it later.

Sticks patted him on the shoulder and retrieved the empty syringe, then stood to check on the silt beans. ‘Choly set his glasses on the coffee table and let the heavy low overtake him as he laid down across the couch and curled up to stare at nothing.

The next thing that ‘Choly noticed was a loud grinding from the kitchen. He sat up and put his eyes back on to hobble over to investigate. He licked at his dry lips to see the ghoul had begun on the next step of the process: pulverizing the roasted beans into a powder. When ‘Choly sat in the kitchen, Sticks noticed and stopped, to hold up the pitcher of the blender.

“How much of that stuff you think this will make you?”

“I... I don’t know, maybe six. Eight.” ‘Choly rubbed at his forehead a bit. “It definitely smells right in here.”

“I take it we’re spitballing it. What else are you thinking goes into it?”

“...You keep working on beans.” He stood again. “I’ll go get what parts I do remember.”

The chemist vanished upstairs, only to return with a careful armful of various toiletries. Once he had set them all down, the ghoul presented the pitcher in front of him without the lid.

“When Angel went to borrow the blender, it also brought back measuring cups, if that helps.” The ghoul’s face scrunched up in a poorly hidden grimace at identifying what lay spread out on the table. “Exactly how far gone are you right now?”

“About as far as one of these usually carries me.” ‘Choly started squeezing out toothpaste into one of the cups. “Why?”

“Oh, nothing. Go on.”

He sniffed and scrunched his nose to push his glasses back up his nose, then proceeded to add toothpaste, a bottle of mouthwash, and a can of purified water. He fidgeted with the mechanisms of a Stimpak, but rather than waste the healing substance, set it down in agitation when he felt like he’d almost set off the pneumatic plunger. He rubbed at his eyes behind his glasses, then frowned at a fascinated Sticks.

“Your fine motor skills seem better than mine. Can you open up plunger end of all the reservoirs and pour in whole thing? Other one, too.”

“You... ’re putting Stimpak in something you intend to drink.”

“All right, all right. I know how stupid it sounds. I don’t remember what was going through my head, day it struck me to try drinking one. All I remember is, other stuff’s for covering up awful taste. Base is Stimpak.”

“The Stimpak’s awful, but the mouthwash is okay? And the toothpaste?”

‘Choly rolled his eyes in gratitude when Sticks sat down and resigned to the request.

“Touché.”

After another pass on the blender blades, Sticks poured a drinking glass about a third full of the now clearish yellow liquid, and set it before his friend. The ghoul sat with the pitcher and watched expectantly.

“You sure you’re not a vampire or something?”

“Bozhemoy if I’ve blocked out that there’s supposed to be blood in this.” ‘Choly clutched at his chest at the mere idea of it, only to seethe it out in one breath and pick up the glass to smell it. When it didn’t seem unappetizing, he took a sip and let it coat his mouth before swallowing. He licked at the front of his teeth with a sneer, then took another swig. “Yeah, mint and cinnamon don’t cover it up near as well as cherry.”

“Besides the flavor, you think you got it close to the prewar recipe?”

“Besides the flavor.” He melted into a dull stupor, and nursed at the drink, unable to enjoy his success. Distantly, he murmured to himself under his breath in Russian. Now that he knew what was in the MREs, was it really all that bad to eat them? It was just Day Tripper. “If she considers me colonel now, why didn’t she ask me to help her synthesize X-Root?”

“Technically, she didn’t really promote you. She hasn’t updated your designation... things on your coat, whatever they’re called. She just disclosed stuff to you that would’ve been confidential to someone of a rank lower than colonel.” Sticks’s face tightened, and he leaned just the slightest bit nearer with a slight squint. “What was that first part again?”

“I said--” ‘Choly stuttered a breath out of his nose and slouched. He set down the glass a little too hard, and glared at Sticks with a proud hiss. “I said, mne naplevat’ chto vse menya trakhayut.” He flicked the fig at him and slouched to finish off what remained of his initial batch sampling.

The ghoul straightened with a shit-eating grin, and, pointing at him, slowly wagged his finger with a growing chuckle.

“You kissed me with that mouth. Ha! Angel wouldn’t... gladly translate for me, now, would it?”

With a self-inflected glower, the chemist poured himself another third of a glass.

“Fuck off, Jacob.”

Sticks rested his cheek against a propped up fist, and probably couldn’t grin any wider, in stunned delight.

“Shit, I’m just learning so much about you today, Mindy.”

“I don’t know what use it would serve Olivia to register-- me...” He trailed off again in thought, dismissing the sharp nosedive the conversation had taken. His eyes widened, and he slapped the table with one hand. “...In system as colonel! I. I have to get her to upgrade me in system. Have Deenwood recognize me.”

The ghoul sobered to squint again.

“...Why.”

The more he explained himself, the more his face slacked into a vague smile.

“There’s got to be things I could gain access to by having my rank that high. I’d be directly under her. Provided she didn’t lock everything behind an O6 pay grade, I might get information worth having come all this way for. I took trouble to get up here. Thought some kind of DIA breach was risking Deenwood assets falling into raider hands. But, I had everything about it all wrong... Bozhemoy, what if I could get those formulas. I could cook up anything this base has ever made.”

Sticks mirrored ‘Choly’s dumbstruck awe.

“If you didn’t already have my full attention, you certainly do now.”

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#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #fo4 fanfic #fallout 4 fanfic #sole survivor #ghoul oc #melancholy #sticks #the anatomy of melancholy #enjoy the lampshade humor

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Hey! I was wondering if we could get another teaser excerpt from your Chisakixreaderxshigaraki fic? I'm so excited for it! Btw that recent request you made for Chisakixreaderxchrono was so so freaking good!! But I felt bad for Hari tho, I just want them to equally share the s/o (trust me, they would be doing the s/o a favor lol)

Hari is just too easy for me to hurt, i can’t help it… Maybe one day he will find happiness… maybe *shrugs*  ╮( ˘ ､ ˘ )╭

SURE THOUGH!!!! I have the first part written out and the third part! (i skipped part two for now!) BUT SURE!!!!

Sorry it took SO DANG LONG!!!!! I just didn’t know how i felt about this!

Please please please you, and everyone else let me know if you liked how i did this part >_

SHIGARAKI X READER X CHISAKI

PART ONE.

You don’t know how you managed it, but by some miracle you were able to press the dial button on your phone before your attacker smacked it out of your hand.

“Te-Tenko…” Your eyes were filled with watery tears as your arm covered the lower half of your face, shielding your trembling lips.

Your savior had arrived, you saw the dark purplish portal opening in the corner of the elevator. Out coming was Tomura Shigaraki. His face covered with Father; despite the rest of his facial features being covered you could see in the smallest slit the rage in his eyes.

Shigaraki saw that not only were your denim shorts unzipped but your white tie up top was now opened, exposing your left breast. He had never seen so much red before from anger. Who did this attacker think he was? Laying his filthy hands on something that didn’t belong to him.

Shigaraki had no idea what took over his mind, but all he could think was ‘gotta protect her. End this piece of trash now!’ Never in his life did he have the urge to actually “save” someone, but when it came down to you he was willing to put aside the evil that laid dormant…

Dropping to the elevator floor from the portal, Shigaraki stands between you and your attacker.

“Just who in the hell do you think you are? Didn’t anyone teach you that you can’t just go around touching things that don’t belong to you… Especially when they belong to me!” Not giving the man time to react, with his hands held out, Shigaraki lunged at the man. Making contact with the mans face, Shigaraki pressed all five fingers on the mans face as his other hand pressed on the mans stomach. It didn’t take long for the man to decay away…

You don’t know why, but as your body shakes and your lips tremble… A flashback plays through your mind as you remember how Shigaraki came to be apart of your life… 

It was a quiet evening when you were walking yourself home after your shift. You didn’t know what took over you but instead of cherishing the long way home you had decided to take a shortcut through an alleyway. Which is where you discovered the injured male.

His body looked tattered, blood drenching his already dark clothing, and adding to the mess was a gash on the side of his face which you could barely make out due to the hand covering his face.

The hands all over him were a dead giveaway… you knew who this young male was. He’s supposedly the leader of the league of villains, but still. Could you really just leave him here to die like this?

All your life all you’ve ever wanted was to help people, but being born quirkless gave you a huge disadvantage. Leaving you to be just an average girl trying to survive med school.

You wanted to leave him, he’s a criminal, a villain, someone who’s definitely, maybe, killed before, maybe? Of course he has! You turned your back towards him, your hands on your head, you were so confused, why was this so hard? Just leave and forget about it… Looking over your shoulder, you saw his breathing was faint, his chest was lifting slowly, he was struggling… bad.

So doing what most humans wouldn’t do, you tossed one of his arms over you, attempting to carry the injured villain… ‘Man why are you so heavy!? For a skinny thing you sure do weigh a lot.’

It took you an extra hour to get home, but you managed to drag him through your front door…

Panting you fell beside him, it was a long journey home… you had to keep taking breaks, plus whenever someone came by you threw him on the ground behind either a trash can or garbage bags.

Once you were home with him you dragged him inside, laying him on the ground next to your couch you ran to your bathroom so you could find your supplies.

Gathering your medical box you patched him up, but there was still the giant gash on his face… you wanted to patch it up too… but that hand on his face… what if… it zaps you? You were aiming to grab it so you could reveal his face, but when you heard a small noise escape him you became frightened and ceased your movements. “Okay… there goes that idea, maybe i can manage to place a band-aid there with the help of some tweezers…” You did as you said to yourself, you were able to squeeze your tweezers under the hand that rested against his face so you could place a band-aid on his gash.

After you had him all patched up you didn’t know what to do next, leave him on the ground? Throw him back outside? Give him a stuffed animal incase he gets lonely? Throw him out your window? Call the cops? No! That’s the worst idea! He would kill you if he found out, literally!  “Agh! What do i do?” Holding your head you sat next to the villain, your hair sticking up all over the place. Scratching your head you finally decided to bring him a pillow and blanket, lifting his head you placed the pillow under his head before throwing the blanket over his body.

You were just too nice, and deep down you knew it would haunt you if you threw him back out on the streets.

There was little to nothing else you could do for him after getting him situated on the floor so you decided to head to your room for the night hoping and praying he wouldn’t wake up and kill you in your sleep.

You were slowly regaining consciousness as the scintillating light from outside your window crept through, hitting you directly on the face. You shut your eyes, remembering that there was a villain in the very next room… ‘Maybe he left’ you thought, but you doubted it. Cracking back open your eyes, you knew you had to face the music.

Slipping on some sweats and a hoodie, you made yourself presentable before making your way out of your room.

“Uhm- hel-hello?” Peeking out of your room you saw that the villain was still passed out on your floor.

‘He’ll probably be hungry by the time he wakes up… should i?’ thinking to yourself, pondering whether you should fix him breakfast or not. You eventually decide to cook him up something delicious. ‘Eggs and bacon it is then’ Heading to your itty bitty kitchen you started gathering everything for breakfast.

Unbeknownst to you, Shigaraki’s lashes began to flutter open, waking as he heard a loud clatter. Awakening, his head is spinning, but that isn’t the main focus right now. Analyzing his surroundings he realizes that someone had brought him here, but who?

Flipping the eggs, you heard movement coming from your living room. This was it, time to face the villain you had rescued. Placing the eggs and bacon on a plate you hesitantly took a step towards your living room. Upon entering  you were shoved against a wall, the force knocking the air out of you for a split moment. That’s the least of your concern though, your shoulder is burning, and it feels like pins are going into your flesh. Viewing down at your shoulder, you see a small part of your shoulder is starting to decay.

Grabbing his wrist with your hand you beg him to stop, but he only glares at you through the hand on his face, “St-stop please!” Your nails dug into his wrist a bit and that’s when Shigaraki peered down to see that his arm was patched up.

“Are you the one who brought me here?” He loosened his grip and lifted his index finger to stop you from decaying completely. “Ye-yes… I- I am… You wer-”

“Why!?”

“You were badly injured, and i didn’t want you to die in a forlorn alley! No one deserves that, right!?” Eventually, Shigaraki freed your shoulder.

He should just kill you right here and now, but you clearly knew what you were doing when it came to the medical field… Maybe you would come in handy.

“And the cops?”

You shook your head, “I- I haven’t called them! I knew better than that, you would kill me if i called them or have one of your minions do it!”

Glaring at you from behind the hand on his face, Shigaraki tries to believe you, but he’s having doubts.

“You seem to know what you’re doing in the medical field, are you some sort of hero healer?”

He was still standing extremely close to you, his body and arms caging you in, you could feel his body heat radiate off him.

“N-no, i’m just trying to make it through medical school so i can become a doctor.” Your voice was low, why hasn’t he killed you yet?

“Then let’s make a deal, you’ll become my personal healer and i won’t kill you. Got it? You wouldn’t want to die before you made it to the final level would you?”

Final level? What was this guy talking about, was he seriously making video game references…

“…Deal… Just please let me go before the rest of your food burns…”

Gripping Shigaraki’s shirt as he holds you close, you peek to see what was left of your attacker as you and Shigaraki both sit and hold one another on the elevator. 

“Tenko… I was so scared.”

He knew this feeling in his chest, he was terrified. Holding you tightly, he’s afraid that if he lets go you’ll evaporate. He hears your words, but he says nothing. 

You didn’t expect him to say anything, he was still new to this whole love thing, and before you he didn’t have anyone except his master. Worlds wouldn’t have mattered anyway, because the way he’s cradling you in his arms says everything. 

“You’ll no longer be staying here in these apartments. You’re coming back with me to the hideout. That’s a demand not a request.” 

Nodding your head against his chest, you agree to it as Shigaraki pulls out his phone.

“Kurogiri, portal.” 

Back at the hideout, Shigaraki shows you his room. You’ve never seen it after all these months, he’s always only came to your place. 

“This looks like it would be your room, Ten-”

“Don’t say my name while you’re here. The others don’t need to know it.”

“Right…”

Pulling back the sheets on his bed, you climb in, exhausted from the event that just occurred. You watched as he moved around his room, ‘Why are all these memories popping into my head… Is it because i thought i would never see him again?’

Looking down at your hands you smooth out the sheets, ‘Who would have thought, me? In a secret relationship with a villain… A villain who just saved me… I love him… so damn much… I love you, Tenko Shimura.’ Holding your head, it throbbed as another memory kicked in.. 

“Are you ever going to let me see your full face, Shigaraki? I mean it’s been about two weeks now, I feel like you at least owe me a face reveal. Especially since you keep having me use all my medical supplies, and besides I was nice enough not to take the hand off your face when I patched you up the first night I found you… I could’ve done it but I didn’t.”

“You thought it would zap you if you touched it, that’s the only reason you left it on.”

Your face had fallen to a small little pout.

“…That’s somewhat true… but still. I just really want to see the guy I’ve been harboring, it’s only fair! You already know I won’t go to the police! So what harm could this do?”

Shigaraki reached up to scratch his neck only to be stopped by both your hands. One hand gently covered where he was about to scratch while your other hand rested on his to hold it back from going up further.

“Please.” You could feel him stiffen due to your hand laying on the side of his neck. You could tell it wasn’t because he was scared you’d run off to the police, more so judge him.

Gliding your hand down slowly from his neck until you reached where his heart lays dormant inside him.

“Shigaraki… no one is hideous in my eyes. It’s all about what’s in here.”

Pressing lightly on his chest you could feel his increased heartbeat. You really wondered why his heart was beating so fast… has he never experienced this, someone touching him so gently… at all?

“I kill people, doesn’t even matter if they’re kids. I attempted to kill a little brat not long ago until eraserhead stopped me.”

In the time he was explaining how he kills people he gradually moved one of his hands to your face, only leaving his pinky finger extended out.

“My hand was pressed to her face, I was ready to do it but eraserhead is just too cool.”

Your living room was silent, neither of you made a sound. Your hand was still pressed against his heart while his palm and four fingers were pressed to your face.

“I could do it now ya know. End your life as if it was nothing, it would be game over for you.”

Shigaraki’s pinky inched closer to your temple, but unlike most people instead of feeling fear you were at ease. You were tense for only a second before realizing it. So you did what most wouldn’t do in a situation like this. Your hand left his chest, now guiding both your hands to the one that covered his face. You waited for him to smack your hands away, but instead Shigaraki grasped your wrist making sure to leave one finger extended on both his hands.

“Don’t.”

“Please.”

“I’m what you would call repulsive in the facial department. So there’s no need for you to be so curious. It’s annoying anyhow.”

“Tomura… Please.”

Using his first name kind of hit him hard, you were being serious. Is this really all you wanted? To see his disabled face? Why? Shigaraki was so confused, why would someone be so curious, and about his face? It’s nothing to look at, it’ll only scare you away… Wait. Why would he care if it scared you away?

Shigaraki was scared you would run if you saw his face, but he was even more scared of you leaving if you didn’t see it… So unnaturally his grasped loosened on your wrists, “I’ll do it, don’t touch father.”

You nodded, agreeing to his request.

Taking hold of father, Shigaraki lowered the hand so you could get a full view of his tattered face.

“There, happy? Is it everything you weren’t hoping for and more? Go ahead tell me how you really fee-”

Placing your hands on his cheeks had silenced him. No he didn’t have a face society would deem as attractive, but… “I like it but,” to you, he was exquisite and quite handsome. Your hands wandered closer to his lips where two scars rested, “You should smile more.” That’s when you pushed his lips up so you could force a smile on his face.

That’s when he finally smacked your hands away, “enough of your games, i hate liars.” Five of his fingers were reaching close to your face, but instead of backing down you raised your hand and smacked his hand that was reaching for your face.

“Liar? I was being hones-”

You were knocked back by him.

Shigaraki had a firm grip on your throat, using your neck to support nearly his entire body, his pinky up in order to keep you from decaying for the time being. Steadily your oxygen was decreasing, slowly you were slipping unconscious, but with the tiny strength you had left… Instead of fighting him off, you elevated one hand to his cheek again. Placing it there tenderly while showing him a benevolent smile.

The compassion in your touch had caused him to release his grip on your throat before his pinky was able to make contact.

You were finally able to breath again after a few coughs, but you noticed his hands were still placed on either side of your head… He was looking down at you, his red eyes full of shock, and yours full of loving warmth.

You were both lost in one another’s eyes that you had both failed to realize the position you were both currently in…

Shigaraki laid above you on the couch, his right knee pressing in between your legs, and your hands caressing his face.“Tomura?”

Despite him trying to kill you seconds ago, your voice was full of concern for him. His crimson eyes began to soften… You could see though, there was something more in his eyes… Like, he felt guilty about something.

“Tomura? Are you oka-”

“Tenko… Tenko is my real name. Tenko Shimura.”

He leisurely began to sit up from you, but when he had moved his knee that was pressed in between you he heard a subtle noise… it was a subtle squish. He’s played plenty of R rated games to know… You were excited down there…

You however did not catch the noise your womanhood had made, you just continued to sit up with him.

“Tenko?” -you reached out with your hand, only to hesitate for a second before you gently place your hand atop of his- “Ya know… I like that name a lot more, Tenko. It’s got a nice ring to it, ~Teeennnnkkkooo.” Giggling softly you didn’t even catch that you placed your head on his shoulder, as your hand laid on his still.

Shigaraki stared down at you, all this contact was making him uneasy but at the same time, he felt this warm feeling in his chest. What was this? Why didn’t he push you off of him… Why were you… wet for him…

Holding your head, you smiled at the memory. He was a complex guy, but it would be so boring if he wasn’t. He really did make your life a bit more interesting, and in all honesty you wouldn’t want it to be anyone else in your life. 

“Tenk-Tomura, i know you have a lot to do still tonight, but do you think you could stay with me until i fell asleep. I know you need to find the others but i-”

“Shut up. Why would you think i wouldn’t stay?” 

Walking over to his computer desk, Shigaraki grabbed the gloves you made for him a few days after he told you his real name…

“Thanks for letting me go to the mall with you, Tenko! I really needed a new pair of shoes! Who was that kid you ran into? I saw you talking to him but-”

As soon as Shigaraki closed the door you gasped as he yanked down the zipper of your dress and pushed you onto the couch.

Shigaraki’s figure hovered over your nearly bare form, as he stared at your soul. He was devouring you and you were swimming into his brain. You both could feel everything about each other in that moment. You were both in love. Crashing his lips to yours, it was a bruising kiss, he didn’t know what to do, but he figured this was the way to do it. Yours and his breath synchronized. Unclasping your bra as he destroyed your panties, clothes were just a simple nuisance now.

Your hands were tangled in his hair as he rocked his hips deep against you. Shigaraki was too far gone in his moment of bravery, and the second he touched your hips… You yelped in pain. 

Looking down he saw that he had placed all ten of his fingers onto your soft flesh… Quickly removing his hands he removed himself off you.

“I’m leaving!”

He wanted to touch you, to feel you, to experience this desire with you… but… he would only end up killing you…

“W-Wait! Tenko! You can’t!”

“Why the hell now? It’s pointless for me to be here, i’m not injured.”

Flying off the couch you embrace him from behind, “Y-You can’t leave…-” He could feel your tears dampen the back of his hoodie… His teeth bitting at him already damaged lips, his fists balled up, if he stays you’ll be the one needing healing…

Moving his legs, Shigaraki drifted towards the door causing you let go of his hoodie…

“Please… It was an accident, you didn’t mean to, Tenko. I-I don’t hate you… I know it wasn’t on purpose.”

He laid his his forehead on your door, his hand carefully around the knob… 

“I-I was waiting to give you something, but i-” You wiped your face, “I didn’t know when to give them to you… I guess now would be the perfect time… Just… Don’t go, please… Tenko…” 

Rushing to your room, Shigaraki stayed next to door, all he had to do was twist the handle and leave, but… Something maybe him stay, he was curious at least to see what this stupid gift was.

Sprinting to his side you grabbed hold of his arm and placed the item in his palm, “Here, I made these for you! Now please, don’t leave me to be here alone tonight.”

Shigaraki saw a pair of gloves placed in his palm… The fingers were missing except for the pinky… 

“If you put these on, you won’t be able to use your quirk… You can… feel… and touch things without worrying about your quirk… you can-” You looked away from him, “…You can touch me…”

Slipping on the gloves you made for him so he couldn’t hurt you in his sleep, Shigaraki made his way towards you and his bed.

“What’s that look for?”

“Hmm? Oh nothing. Just remembering some things, that’s all.”

Shigaraki glared at you, but soon crawled into bed alongside with you.

“Tomura, thank you.”

“For?”

“For saving me today… and staying.”

His room was silent minus his computer screen buzzing…

“You belong to me, _____.” Pinning you down, Shigaraki’s gleaming red eyes gazed down at you. “And only me.”

Caressing his cheek you twinkle at him, “Who else would i belong to? I don’t know how you did it, but you captured my whole heart. I love you so much-” You began to whisper into his ear, ”Tenko Shimura

Pressing his forehead to yours, Shigaraki spoke with question, “Is that this feeling then? The same feeling i had that night i hurt you… Am i…”

“In love?” You giggled, “I think so, why else would you be here with me right, why else would you have saved me?”

His lips finally met yours. This was only the second time he has kissed you, and still he was unsure of what to do fully, but as you wrapped your arms around you guided him through the kiss as you did the first time.

His gloved hands move awkwardly around your body as your tongue traces his dried lips. Clumsily he opens his mouth to let you explore before he begins to move his mouth with your movements.

It’s getting hard to breath and you need to break the kiss for air, doing so you pulled back to see his messy blue locks hiding his face. Pushing his hair back so you can see his face, you can’t help but think how adorable he looks right now.

“Was that, better than the first time?”

Pressing your head to his you laughed, “Much! You’re actually a pretty decent kisser.”

Pushing your head with his, Shigaraki kisses you once again, but this time… he was the dominant one.

Discarding your both your clothes, Shigaraki lined himself up with your entrance, but before he pushed inside you he remembered how your attacker had gotten your top down and your breast out… Shigaraki remembered that some piece of trash had his hands on you…

“He had his hands on you…”

“Hmm?”

“He touched you… I’ve never been so enraged… I want to erase his touch…”

Grabbing you by the hips, Shigaraki then spread your beautiful legs and  aimed his hard, ready to explode cock directly at your waiting pussy. His lips locked onto yours as he slid it inside of you slowly, filling you and causing you to shift your hips to accept it. You couldn’t get used to his size, even after the first few times. A gentle rhythm began and you matched him, bucking your hips to meet each stroke. You both remained in sync. Slowly the pace increased and he could hear his own voice groaning as the warmth of your cunt enveloped his cock over and over again. Moaning into his mouth as your tongues danced in concert with the music his locked cock and your cunt created. Wrapping your legs around Shigaraki’s back you then used him to pull your own ass off the bed as he withdrew and pulled himself back as he plunged into your cunt again. Shigaraki’s chest was rubbing against the raw flesh on your breasts as you both fucked. You broke your mouth away from his and buried your head in his shoulder, your arms holding on for dear life and your gasping breath made his shoulder damp. 

“Am I hurting you?” he rasped.You felt a sudden powerful fierceness, as if a challenge had been issued. You smiled into his shoulder, "No,“ You said, “But I want you to.” Shigaraki’s devilish smile returned. Grabbing you violently and pushing his cock deep inside of you, your head flew back as you gasped at the impact and the pleasure. Never in your life had you felt anything so satisfying as his flesh pounded into you. For a few minutes you were paralyzed. Your eyes wide and tearing up with the ecstasy. You stared blankly as he fucked your body into oblivion. Railing ruthlessly against your pelvis. Shigaraki held your wrists up over your head and pinned them to the mattress with his protected hands. Laying you out like a helpless doll. Your tits bounced with each thrust he made and your entire being was rocked. You began orgasming so powerfully that you started to squirt. The wet slapping of his flesh against your own grew ever harder and more violent. 

You moaned out his name, “Tenk- Tomura! Right there! Please keep going!” He moved his hands from your wrists to your throat and clasped them tightly. His face was alive with all of his spirit, his eyes aflame with savage desire. The faster and harder he thrust the more tightly and more desperately he closed his hands around your throat. You were floating in a mist of ecstasy, your body limp and completely destroyed. You were cumming uncontrollably. Squirting and pulsing as if your body were losing all control, and then he gave a final, earth shattering thrust as he came inside you. Coating your walls with his milky white seed.Falling upon you. Both of you were heaving and sweating and completely entranced by the power of this drug called sex. You kissed him and tasted blood. You had both bitten each other so hard that both of your lips were bleeding…

“I’ll never leave, ___…” With his eyes closed, Shigaraki had drifted off to sleep while laying on top of you.

Smiling to yourself, you played with his hair and traced your finger tips across his lean back.

“Me either, Tenko…”

Embracing the night with him you closed your heavy eyes and joined him in sleep… Sadly though, neither of you knew… This would be the last night you two would embrace one another for quite some time… If ever again…

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[hotforhandman]

Shigaraki Week Day 4

Prompt: Magic/Mythology/Pirates

Agh I’m behind schedule it’s ok my assignment is done and I’m gonna get today’s prompt out too I promise!!

Oh boy this was by far the hardest one to fit into my slowly developing story, since it so clearly lends itself to an AU, but I am utterly incapable of doing an AU one shot!!! I get too carried away!! I think I managed though... well enough.

Video games were an escape for Shigaraki. A way to distract himself from the pressure of All For One’s expectation, a way to avoid talking to the other members of the League, even a way for him to hone his strategic skills. Night after night he would withdraw, hide himself in his room and boot up whatever system he felt like playing that night. Here, he didn’t have any of his systems, and he was annoyed at himself for forgetting to bring anything to entertain himself with. Still, Toshinori had a computer, albeit a slow one, so Shigaraki was able to get to some of his games, at least. After spending what felt like several hours swearing at the screen for downloading and loading it so slowly, it finally booted up and he got into it.

To Toshinori, seeing the villain like this was an amusing experience, to say the least. Shigaraki holed up in his office, headphones on, swearing at the screen like Bakugou in a bad mood. He let this go on for a while, and then leaned over his shoulder, watching the goings-on on the screen. “What’s this then?” Shigaraki tapped a few more keys and then shifted one of the earphones off, glaring at him. “What?” “I want to know what you’re playing.” He gestured at the screen. Shigaraki looked a little incredulous. “You... want to know about this?” “Mm.” He nodded. He might not be any genius when it came to interacting with people, especially people younger than him, but he figured he wasn’t going to get anywhere if he didn’t talk to Tenko. “Well...” He looked taken aback, and stared at the screen for a moment. “It’s... an RPG where the goal is to gather souls.” “Gather... souls?” Toshinori wasn’t sure how to react to that. Were other games that dark? “Yeah. I play a pyromancer.” “As in a fire starter?” He nodded, and made his character throw a fireball at a nearby enemy, finishing it off fairly quickly. “I prefer magic-users to melee fighters. They’re more versatile, and don’t rely on close combat.” “You don’t like close combat?” Toshinori was surprised by this. Shigaraki’s quirk was only effective at short range. Shigaraki responded by looking up at him with a sharp smile, showing teeth. “I prefer using other pieces to immobilise my opponent before moving in myself. How is Eraserhead, by the way?” Toshinori suppressed a shiver at the look in the boy’s eye. It seemed that getting him to change his ways was not as easy as giving him a home and someone to talk to. “Well enough. Scarred, but no permanent damage was done.” “He’s not the only one.” Shigaraki waved his hand, putting the bullet scar there on display. “He’s lucky I only caught his elbow.” His attention turned back to the game for a moment, setting a few more low-level enemies on fire. In the silence that followed, Toshinori wondered if he’d been effectively dismissed, before Shigaraki spoke again. “Hey, All Might… Don’t you think quirks are like magic?” Toshinori looked down at him, unsure what to make of that. “I suppose so… More like superpowers, but they are similar.” “Mm… The thing with superpowers, is that every character only gets one, right? But look at this guy…” He demonstrated a few different techniques. “The more I play with him, the more I level him up, the more different abilities he gets. Magic characters are allowed as many abilities as their level permits… So when your character gets to a high enough level, they’re nigh unstoppable.” Toshinori very much didn’t like the direction of this conversation. Not at all. “But of course… Not everyone plays magic users. Some prefer the brute force approach, and a well-trained warrior or barbarian could match my character if they had the right strategy.” He looked up again, and his fingers tapped on the desk, a careful rhythm in which never once were all five of them in contact with its surface. “I could have been a magic-user, All Might… He was going to give me the world, and you took that away…” Toshinori swallowed, all of a sudden a little nervous. Suddenly, Gran Torino’s words were coming back to him, reminding him that it had been far too easy to go soft around someone who was a hardened criminal and a serial murderer. Shigaraki held the look for a moment, and then his lips curled into a grin and he laughed. “Oh, you should see the look on your face… You know, when I was little I used to dream of the day All Might looked at me with fear in his eyes…” His laughter stopped, though the smile held a little longer. “I don’t hate you for putting him away. I hate you for a lot of things, but that’s not one of them, because I understand why. Of all the things you do… that is one of them that makes sense. I saw the footage… I saw the look in your eyes when he told you about me. You hated him.” He looked away for a moment, stared at the screen and let out a shuddery breath. “It was so relieving, to see that. I never understood how you could just smile blindly all the time, even surrounded by pain and death and destruction you smiled, all around you dumb idiots just copied you, no need to actually stop and see the pain around you when you can just smile…” His own grin wavered, a flicker of something like hurt in his eyes, “You’ve changed since that night. I think you’ve actually started acknowledging that sometimes people slip through the cracks, and there’s nothing you can do about it. It’s not all right, All Might. Don’t think that just because you’ve noticed me now I forgive you. I know you’re only treating me differently because of my shitty grandmother… But there will be other kids out there. Kids with ugly quirks and ugly pasts and ugly faces, kids who will get ignored by heroes and become villains because of it. Kids like me, who slipped through the cracks.” His hand went to his hoodie pocket, slipping into it. “If I’d become a level one-hundred magic-user, like this guy, I’d have changed the world. Shown you heroes your own hypocrisy.” Throughout it all, Toshinori had just stayed quiet and listened. Once upon a time, he’d accused Shigaraki of being a villain just because he enjoyed bloodshed, and back then Shigaraki had agreed. But now it was obvious that his violence wasn’t born of innate sadism, but out of years of hatred, abuse and ignorance. It was no wonder he’d turned out like this when All For One had been the only person to give him any semblance of positive interaction. “You’re right.” He said in a rough, low voice. “People do slip through the cracks. And do you know what I think?” He rested a hand on Shigaraki’s shoulder, and Shigaraki froze, every muscle in his body tense. “I’d hate to agree with my sworn enemy, but I do think he was right about one thing. Very few people have the potential to change the world, for better or for worse, and I think you’re one of them.” Shigaraki’s fingers twitched, but he didn’t reach for All Might’s wrist. Instead, he stared at him for a moment and then relaxed, grunting softly in acknowledgement. “Get out.” He said in a soft drawl that carried surprisingly little malice. “I have a final boss to kill.”

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[friendlylocalwhumper]

Another @badthingshappenbingo card fill! I’ve had this idea in my head a while, and the stars just aligned.

Trope: survivor’s guilt

Fandom: The Breakfast Club

Characters: John Bender, Andy Clarke

Warnings: blood, abuse, graphic animal death, implied/referenced death of a minor, PTSD, implied/referenced addiction. This oneshot is very, very dark. Reader discretion is advised.

"Sic 'em, girl!" Bender stumbled into the backyard, turning to see his dad standing in the doorway. "I told you to get lost," The older man said and stepped to the side, letting Mabel barrel past him. The chocolate pitbull was thin, her ribs showing, but she was fierce. With her boxy head, strong jaw, and quick eyes, she was one hell of a guard dog. She was a nervous, spiteful thing, much like John, and for the same reasons. His dad would take a belt to her if she didn't obey, but she'd leap at the chance to chase a guy down. Mabel lowered her front to the ground, glancing around, before seeing John and baring her teeth in a greedy grin. John hoped that she would recognize him as the only one who fed her, the one who let her sleep in his bed and who scratched behind her ears, the one whose cuts she licked when he caught a rough beating. But the usually quiet, graceful dog jerked forward into another sprint when she saw her target. John backed up a few feet and turned to run. He made it a few strides, almost out of the yard, before she caught up and latched onto his right calf. Bender fell to the ground with a scream, but no amount of struggling could dislodge her. The pit bull's teeth were sunk into his leg, her jaw locked stubbornly. She started to twist her head back and forth, pulling with rough yanks, tearing shouts of pain from John. The leg of his jeans, along with the grass beneath him, was rapidly growing dark with blood. He tried to get her to let go, saying her name, ordering her to let go, distracting her, but she was dead set on dragging him back to the house to show off her prize. "Mabel, let go, for- agh! - for fuck's sake," John said for the tenth time, his hands itching to shove her away but afraid to make her tear at his leg more. There was a lot of blood. "Please, come on, girl." He slammed his fist into the ground beside him, trying to hold in another scream, and she growled, pulling harder. Desperate, Bender reached into his pocket and pulled out his switchblade. He flicked it open, hesitating. "Mabel, jus- sh-shit," He gasped, agony ripping through him with each tug from her locked jaw. "Let go, girl." She didn't. With all that blood, he was genuinely concerned that he might bleed out. And she was not letting up. "Come on, sweetheart," He hissed, straining to not sound threatening. There was no prying her mouth open, no calming her down, no getting out of this any other way. John raised his right arm, fist clenched around the handle of his knife, but he faltered with a dry sob. Fuck, it hurt like hell. He didn't want to do this. Shit. With a grimace, he stabbed her. He did it again before he could lose his nerve, letting the blade sink into her belly. Mabel's jaw unlocked then, and she cowered back, curling in on herself. She made the most heartbreaking sounds of panic. The pitbull whimpered and tried to crawl away, but she was bleeding too now. After a minute, she just lay still, panting and whining until her frantically rising and falling torso moved no more. John was in a haze as his father stormed over, having heard the sounds of the attack shift from his son's cries to the dog's shrill whimpers. Bender stared at her body, the blood, the blood on his hands. He dropped the knife, and it moved away. No, he was moving away. His dad was dragging him. There was a trail of blood being smeared through the grass as John was pulled away from her. To a hospital? Was he being brought into the house for a beating after what he'd done? When he heard the creaking of the metal cellar doors, John cringed. So that was his punishment. He didn't fight as he was dragged again, shoved in past the doors and pushed down the steps. He rolled and landed on the concrete floor of the basement. Bender didn't look at his old man as he closed the doors, a chain sliding and a padlock clicking into place up there. It was pitch black now. John wished he would just pass out - he was already kind of loopy from the blood loss, why couldn't he just black out and deal with this later? - but he remained conscious, lying in the large, empty space. He was crying. It didn't bother him because it was for Mabel, the only good thing in the damn place. If she wasn't lying dead out there, she'd curl up next to him, nudge him with her nose if he passed out, lick his wounds. Her blood was still on his hands, he could feel it growing cold. John didn't sit up, didn’t try to stop the bleeding, he didn't do shit. He kind of wished he would just bleed out and get it over with. He was fucking tired of this, all of it. ~ Andy didn't trust that Bender's dad was telling the truth. Sick? Yeah right, Bender would rather die of the flu in the street than stay in his house for a whole day. No fucking way. A little nervous, the blond snuck around the side of the house and to the back, hoping to find a window to John's room. He stopped short when he saw a dog - a dead dog. A pit bull, lying in a small puddle of blood. There was a trail of blood, and Andy followed it with widening eyes. There was Bender's switchblade, lying open. And past that, the trail led to a locked pair of cellar doors. He had no idea what had happened - well, it looked like Bender had killed a dog - but someone, a very injured someone, must be locked in that cellar. Moving closer, he saw there was indeed a padlock and chain holding the doors closed. That shed across the yard must have tools, he thought. Andy glanced at the house's windows, saw no movement, and quickly made his way over to the toolshed, avoiding the dog's corpse and the flies buzzing around it. Just inside the door he found a toolbox and grabbed boltcutters from it. He noticed a large stain on the floor and recalled what Bender had said in detention. ~ "Do you believe this? Huh? It's about the size of a cigar...Do I stutter? You see, this is what you get in my house when you spill paint in the garage." ~ Andy shivered and left the shed, heading straight to the cellar doors. It took a few tries, and figuring out it would be easier to cut the thin chain than the padlock, but Andy managed to slide the chains through the handles of the door. Mr. Bender had seemed pretty drunk, he must have passed out after answering the door or else he would have heard all the metal clanking and scraping. Andy stooped down and grabbed the handles of the cellar doors and pulled them open, flooding the basement below with light. Bender was sprawled on the floor down there. He lay on his back, squinting up at the sudden glare of sunlight. He wasn’t facing the stairs so all he saw was an upside-down silhouette in the light. “Dad?” John’s voice was quiet. He didn’t seem like he could tell if he was dreaming or not. Andy figured that was thanks to the alarmingly large puddle of blood he lay in. “Bender, holy shit,” Clarke descended into the dark basement. “What happened?” John frowned in confusion. “Go away.” “That’s a lot of blood.” Bender didn’t look down at his leg, he didn’t move. “Fuck off,” He nearly whispered. Andy hovered, unsure how to help. “Did that dog bite you before or after you stabbed it?” John turned his head away. His chest hitched. Andy thought he was trying to keep from yelling at him, but the following silence made him reevaluate. “Are you crying?” The wrestler asked, trying to see Bender’s face. John didn’t move any more to hide it, which worried Andy. “It’s not fair,” The criminal lamented. He paused to take a few breaths, which Clarke was starting to notice were too short and quick. “He made her do it.” “Who?” Andy tensed. “Your dad?” Bender nodded absently. It was strange to see him so lethargic and off-balance. “And then he locked you down here?” “Mmhmm,” John looked up at the ceiling. “Just wanted to go inside,” he mumbled. “What do you mean?” “He locked me out. I went around back. He shoved me back out and made her chase me.” John licked his dry lips. “I didn’t wanna hurt her.” Clarke glanced at the guy’s torn leg. “You didn’t have a choice.” John swallowed a sound of despair and Andy realized how bad Bender had it. Not just that things like this, like getting burned with cigars happened to him, but that it was normal for him. Now Andy felt stupid for complaining about his own dad, who urged him to train harder and be better. That was the worst he got, while John dealt with pain and isolation and fear. It was hard to see Bender lying there, trapped, struggling to breathe, pale and shaky, and reconcile it with the asshole criminal from detention. There was a distant crashing sound from inside the house above them, and Bender froze. “Is he home?” The words slipped out on a low breath. “Yeah,” Clarke answered, pushing himself from his knees to the balls of his feet, ready to move. “We gotta get out of here.” “Hide,” John hissed. He cocked his head, listening hard. “What? There’s nowhere to-“ “Hide!” The cry was so soft and panicked that it spurred Clarke into action. He got to his feet, cast around for something to hide behind, and rushed to the stairs. He managed to slide into the dusty space beneath them before the back screen door opened and heavy footsteps approached. They paused briefly at the cellar doors before thundering down the wooden stairs. “You still breathing, Johnny?” The older man mocked. Andy could see his form standing over John from between the slats of wood hiding him. “You got some chores to do, geddup!” He kicked John, who jerked but kept quiet. His dad swayed. “I’m not carryin’ your lazy ass, now get the fuck up!” John tried, pushing himself up on his elbows and sitting up. He bent his left leg to rise, but his right leg shifted and he fell back down with a cry, panting. “I said, get your ass up!” The man grabbed his son under the armpits and dragged him up. John actually screamed when his bad leg was moved below him and forced to take some weight. His dad turned him and slung John over his shoulder with a grunt. Bender cried out with each step as he was carried up the stairs. Andy winced when he hear Bender hit the ground outside with a terrible howl of pain. “Take this.” Something else hit the ground. “Bury that stinking thing, I’m tired of swattin’ flies. You can come in when you’re done.” A few tense seconds later, the back door clicked shut and was audibly locked. Clarke crouched to get out from under the stairs, brushing cobwebs out of his hair. He looked up from the cellar a moment, listening, before he started up the rotting wooden stairs. John was kneeling, his bloody leg twisted to the side so he wouldn’t put his weight on it. Mabel lay a yard away in a horde of flies. There was a small shovel in his hands, but he wasn’t digging. Andy walked around him to see why he wasn’t moving. Bender was staring at the far corner of the backyard, eyes haunted. “Hey,” Andy spoke, sitting beside the quiet guy. John didn’t respond. There was soft sound behind him and Clarke turned quick. There was a guy their age standing by the house, looking at them with a furrowed brow. When Andy had turned to look, he'd moved from where he blocked the view to John on the ground, and the stranger started toward them. "Who are you?" Andy asked, put off. "Friend of Bender's," The guy answered, distracted. He moved to John's side and knelt. He looked John over, then to the corner of the yard he was staring off at. The guy looked sad. "The name's Axel," He offered to Andy, then pointed at the dead dog. "Who did that?" Clarke nodded to Bender. "His dad made her attack him. He said he didn't want to hurt her." Axel looked to the house angrily. "Fucker made him..." He shook his head and looked over to the corner of the yard again. "He killed her." Bender's shoulders tensed. Axel looked to him once more. "Hey, man, 's your old pal Axel here. I'm just gonna take that shovel there, okay?" John was still tense, and Axel didn't take the shovel right away. "I'm right next to you. I'm gonna reach out for it, I'm not gonna touch you." He held out his hand, and John gave him the shovel, looking down at it for a few seconds. Axel then handed it to Clarke. "You dig, I'll find a way to move her." He stood then, heading to the shed. Andy watched him walk away before he started digging by the dog. It took twenty minutes to dig a hole big enough - he didn't want to bury her too shallow. Axel had grabbed an old stained sheet from the shed, probably for painting, and wrapped it around the dog. He pulled it over to the hole and set her down inside with care. Andy filled in the hole. John was staring at the ground now. Axel sat beside him again. "That bite needs to be treated. You okay to go inside and deal with it?" Axel asked lowly. Bender nodded. "Sick. I'm gonna help you up first. I'll be on your right side, arm at your back." Clarke watched curiously as Axel announced every move before he made it, and carefully got John to his feet. They started toward the house, John making small sounds of pain, Axel taking half of his weight. Andy didn't follow, unsure if he should. He waited, and Axel came back out pretty soon. He closed the back door quietly and approached Clarke. "Let's take a walk." Andy followed Axel out of the yard, looking back at the house. They were a block away before he spoke. "What was that all about?" Clarke asked. "Which part? I assume you know what Bender's home life is like. Did you imagine it different?" "I didn't imagine it being like that. I found him locked in the basement, bleeding out." Axel took a breath and nodded. "He doesn't have it easy." "I mean, that's crazy. You think it's crazy, right? He could have died." "I hate it, but it happens. I've seen you around school; I know you're popular, well-off. You don't know the shit that goes down around here." "Is he gonna be okay?" Andy looked back once more at the house, barely visible now. "For tonight, sure. Old man's passed out so that's not a big risk. I cleaned and wrapped his wound so infection's a 50-50 deal. Couldn't stitch it closed. He's way better at it than I am but he wasn't really in the zone to focus." "Yeah, what was with that? He was just... staring." "Mmm. Yeah, that's some heavy shit. It was just like Rosie." "Rosie?" Axel nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Yeah. Bender had a sister." Clarke's brows shot up. "A sister?" He thought a second, then added, "Had?" "She wasn't planned. His mom got pregnant, no idea why she didn't get rid of it. Had a girl. Thing is, she and the old man didn't want her. Maybe they wanted a boy, or they're just assholes. Anyway, John held her, and - to hear him tell it, she was the most beautiful thing in the world. Big brown eyes. He named her Rosie. He was the only one that gave a shit about her, so he kept her close. She slept in his room, he made a little, like, nest of blankets for her to sleep in. Stole baby food, milk, clothes, toys for her. You know, babies cry like a motherfucker for the first few months. He caught a beating near every day for all the times she woke them up hollering, but he wouldn't let his old man near her. Bender stopped drinking, smoking, stayed clean for her. She had this crazy laugh when he'd make faces, she'd giggle like a little goblin." Axel remembered fondly, then his expression clouded over. "She made it two years in that house." "What happened?" Andy knew the story didn't end well, but he kind of hoped it somehow would. Axel shook his head. "John went out, twenty minutes, tops. Needed to steal some more baby food. When he got back, the old man was on the couch, and she was on the floor. He must've dropped her or kicked her or something. Bender found her dead. He lost it, tried to kill his dad. He slashed him with his knife. Got beat half to death for it, then the old man made him bury her out back. In the corner of the yard." Axel sighed. "She was so small." He glanced at Clarke, who looked horrified. "After that, Bender didn't talk for a few weeks. Took any chance to go out and get blasted. Started shooting up. He's been better, but he can't talk about it." "How long ago did that happen?" "Couple years. We must've been fourteen. Mabel was a puppy when Rosie was born, John bought her off some junkie a town over. He wanted a pit bull to protect Rosie when she was old enough to walk, figured she'd be like him and get into trouble early on. Rosie loved that dog. Mabel played with her like the kid was another pup. After Rosie... Mabel was all Bender had. He was the only one that fed her. Let her sleep in his room, tried to keep her from the old man. She tried to protect him when he was hurt. Now, I don't know what he's gonna do." "I never would've guessed he loved someone like that. I mean, he's such a-" "Dick. Yeah, everyone thinks that. And he's far from nice. But he really, really loved her." Andy deflated. Then, he remembered another thing that had confused him. "Why were you talking like that to him?" "Huh?" Axel looked at him weird. "Oh, like, saying everything I was gonna do before I did it? I mean, do you know him at all?" "I guess not that much," Andy admitted. "You gotta do that when he's hurt bad. If you just touch him, he freaks out. I mean, when you've lived like that your whole life, you get pretty jumpy." "What can I do? I don't know him that well. How can I know if he's safe?" "You can't." Axel stopped walking, and Andy realized they were in a nicer neighborhood now. "Walk home, jock. You can't make home any safer for him, and he doesn't want your pity. Best thing you can do is give him space. Be normal around him." "How am I supposed to be normal when I know what it's like for him?" Clarke asked, put off. "You're not the white knight that's gonna swoop in, dish out some money and get him out of there. I know you think you can help, but you can't. Just let him be." With that, Axel walked away.

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Stopped Cold

“Agh, this guy’s modded the shit out of his car! Even my Vector can’t keep up!”

“Don’t lose him, 3-5, we’re getting interception out there right away.”

“I’m trying, but you’d better hurry, that sensor jammer of his is making it real hard for me to keep an eye on it.”

Holly listened to the comms chatter with an intent ear as she directed her patrol unit through the city’s traffic. Some kind of criminal courier had managed to attract the attention of the LEP, and his vehicle was so extensively modified that even their best tracking capabilities were having a hard time about it. A single officer was in pursuit, driving a Vector Interceptor, a small one man speedster that carried immobilising weapons. Comms indicated that he could not achieve target lock due to the sensor jamming. The route that the perp was taking meant that air support couldn’t be brought in, at least not without a very suicidal pilot.

So Holly had another plan. 

“Right then, Grub. We’re here.”

She pulled up to the curb and stepped out of the car.

“And ‘here’ being...?”

“Eh, nowhere in particular.”

Holly unlocked the rear compartment and reached inside with both hands, grunting a bit as she hefted a weight from within.

“What the hell is that?!” Grub exclaimed when he saw the enormous thing that Holly had retrieved.

“Oh, this ol’ thing? It’s my Anti-Tank Rifle.”

She carried it over to the barrier of the overpass that they had stopped on. She then plonked it down on top of it, letting its inbuilt tripod hold it steady. The clank it made was rather indicative of its sheer weight. Once it was set up, Holly pulled out an Arc Battery and a magazine of mass acceleration shells. She slotted them in, and the massive gun beeped as it came online.

Grub was, in a word, perplexed.

“Where did you get that thing?”

“Brought it from home.”

Grub thought about rattling off the numerous LEP regulations against such storage of weaponry, only to decide against it. This was Holly Short, after all. She probably knew what she was doing.

“Target has turned onto Cassern Street. Still following. Where’s my support?”

Holly mounted the weapon and synced the scope to her visor. She could see all the way down the road with this thing. And... there. The target was speeding down the street, a LEP Vector close behind. She adjusted her angle by five degrees.

And then she pulled the trigger.

A metallic slug launched out of the barrel at hypersonic speeds, ensconced in an energy sheath that greatly enhanced its penetration capability. This double whammy of energy and physical impact made it suitable for all kinds of shields and armour. A simple civilian vehicle was just overkill.

The slug slammed into the power core of the criminal car, killing its drive before continuing on through into the innards of the vehicle. Many essential systems found themselves holed, and then the slug went right out the other side and hit the road, where it finally came to rest. The car stopped almost instantly, its entire front end smouldering and dented like a crushed can of beer.

“Target immobilised. You can apprehend the target now, Corporal Reaves.”

“Fucking hell, Short, coulda warned me you were going to do that!”

“You’re welcome.” 

And with that, Holly got to work disassembling the rifle, while the barrel finished venting heat. A bloody good shot, all in all. Time to finish the shift.

#artemis fowl #Ficlet #Holly Short #Grub Kelp #And a big fucking gun

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Night Wounds

Summary: During a criminal chase across Venice Beach, Sam and Dave find themselves unprepared for the bullet.

Author's note: This is my first fanfic that I've ever posted. I've written a few drabbles here and there but I've never really finished anything. I might continue this, I might not. Please tell me if you'd like to see what happens!

Anyways, here goes...

Police sirens blared in the distance as the red and blue lights flashed in all directions. The moon was hardly visible under the bright illumination of Los Angeles. Under the dark night sky, a man wearing a hooded jacket sprinted along the sand of Venice Beach. "Dammit!" A blonde Deputy Marshal yelled as she chased after him. "You are not getting away again!" Not far behind her, a detective with dark brown hair followed. He glanced to the side as the backup squad he had called for began to drive up on the scene. "Massey!" He yelled, hoping to get his partner's attention. But Sam wasn't in the mood to listen. Her focus was entirely set on catching this creep who they had been after for the past two weeks. After all the blood, sweat and tears put into this case, she wasn't about to let the murderer escape for a fifth time. Feeling the wind whip her short blonde locks back and blow against her black leather jacket, she quickened her feet. "Massey!" Dave called again from behind her. "Let backup handle it!" Ignoring his order, she narrowed her icy blue eyes and continued the chase. Quickly, she spotted a bench sitting ahead of her. As they neared it, her feet jumped against the wooden object and used it to propel herself into the air. Her breath seemed to slow down as she leapt ahead and easily tackled the man's shoulders. They came down with a hard thud and rolled in the sand. Sam fought for the upper hand and struggled to rip the pistol from his grasp. BAM! A single gunshot rang out as she threw herself on top of his back and shoved his head to the ground. Her teeth were clenched in determination as she yanked his arms up and ripped the weapon from his hands. After tossing it aside, she whipped out her handcuffs. "End of the line, creep," she muttered as she cuffed his arms behind his back. Footsteps caught her attention and a figure soon came up beside her. Dave shook his head as he saw the criminal pinned under Sam's strong stance. "You're an idiot," he told his partner frustratedly. Sam glared up at him and she caught her breath from the chase. "This 'idiot' just caught our bad guy. You're welcome." The charming detective only gave her a disapproving look before turning away to see a few squad cars pull up beside them. Multiple officers popped opened their doors and came running over. Two of them quickly took charge and hauled the hooded man to his feet. They dragged him over to one of their flashing cars and stuffed him inside. Sam pushed herself to her knees, brushed off Dave's extended hand, and stood up. She strung some fingers through her windblown hair and let out a shaky sigh. Dave's eyes watched her intently. "As much as I didn't like your way of doing it, you did manage to catch him. Nice work partner." She nodded in an exasperated way, keeping her mouth shut. Her stare was focused downwards and shifted around the sand. Gaze narrowing a little, Dave leaned closer to her. "Hey," he said softly. "You okay, Marshal?"

That's when it hit her. A gasp escaped her throat and her hands immediately clutched her lower abdomen. She bent over in pain, feeling a sticky substance soak her fingers. "Massey," Dave breathed in worry as he placed himself in front of her. He grabbed her shoulders firmly and forced her body to stay standing. "Sam, you're hurt." She weakly nodded before pulling her hands back to reveal a red liquid decorating the palms. Blood gushed from a bullet wound and stained her clothes. Dave felt his heart skip a beat. His back stiffened up in shock. "Good God, Massey..." "Ack..." she gasped before doubling over again. "Damn... Damn, that hurts..." Green eyes glazed over in pure fear, Dave whipped around to face some of the other officer wondering around the scene. "This officer's been shot! Call an ambulance, now!" Officer McKenzie was the first one to realize what was going on. Expression paling in concern, she quickly rushed into action. Not being able to push back the pain any longer, Sam fell forward into Dave's arms. The blood soaked his suit jacket and bled against his chest. The detective held her practically limp body and carefully sat down in the sand with her figure leaning against him. He rested her in his lap and began to put pressure on the bullet wound.

Sam sucked in a agonizing breath through clenched teeth as he did that. "Reyes, stop... stop!" "Massey, I have to stop the bleeding," he argued sternly, continuing his motions. "I can't let you bleed out on the beach before the ambulance arrives." She trembled under his hold. "Ah, hell..." her voice whispered. "I don't have time for this..." "Well, like it or not you were just shot," Dave said as he stole a glance in her direction. He studied her face for a moment. "Dammit, Sam. Why'd you have to be reckless again? Look where it got you this time." Even with the fiery pain her body was in, she still managed to fix a cold, chilling glare on him. "Don't question my methods, Reyes... I've gotten us out of heck holes more times than I care to count..." "Yeah? Well, so have I," he snapped back, keeping his expression stern and unreadable. "And I don't have to tackle an armed criminal to do so." She sat up with a new anger in her eyes. "You don't- agh!" A burning pang shot up her spine and forced her to cut her words short. Letting it a sharp breath, she slowly leaned back again. "Oh, God..." "Massey..." Dave said as he gently cupped the back of her head and looked into her glistening eyes. He hadn't felt this worried over a person in a long time. "Hang in there, Sam..." "What... What do you think in tryin' to do..." she mumbled through another wave of pain. Her gaze caught his for a brief moment and she gently reached forward to clutch his hand. It was then that she realized it was trembling just as much as her own. Eyes softening, she squeezed his palm.

Dave looked at her in an almost desperate way. It was rare for him to break character like this. "Don't die on me, Massey. I won't let you." She managed to smirk a little through the suffering. "H-Hell no... Can't leave you to catch these creeps all by yourself..." He laughed quietly, gently rubbing her knuckles with his fingers. "Hey, I managed to work just fine on my own before you showed up." "Y-You were helpless without me..." Sam mumbled in defense, her chest shaking a little. Dave smiled softly as he applied more pressure to the gushing wound on her lower abdomen. "Let's continue this argument when you're out of the hospital." "Fine. B-But you'll just be putting off d-defeat..." she answered before closing her eyes a little and exhaling deeply, trying to ignore the throbbing. Sirens could soon be heard in the distance. Red lights came flashing into view as a familiar looking vehicle quickly pulled to a stop. Officer McKenzie ran over and stood next to Dave, looking over his shoulder at Sam. "Ambulance is here," she stated, frowning at the Deputy Marshal. "Oh, Sam..." Sam weakly looked up at her and waved a hand. "Nothing I can't handle, McKenzie..." she promised the young officer. Dave shook his head again after hearing her words. Even with a bullet in her side she still managed to keep up a strong reputation. It didn't take long for the paramedics to come running over. They pushed Dave and McKenzie out of the way before scooping Sam onto a stretcher and lifting her up. Dave watched with worried eyes as they began to carry her off. He followed and kept his gaze locked on her figure until the ambulance had been closed and the vehicle was speeding down the highway, sirens roaring. Once it was completely out of sight, he allowed his shoulders to slump and the breath he'd forgotten he'd been holding to come out. McKenzie stood next to him, her expression tinted in concern. "Do you think she'll be okay?" Dave didn't want to think about any other possibility. After all they'd been through together, they had always managed to come out with hardly a scratch. But not this time. This time, they hadn't been prepared and Sam was paying the price. He just hoped the price wasn't too large to fulfill. Sighing, the detective lowered his gaze a little. "... You know Sam as well as I do," he said, eyes hardening. "She won't let a bullet stop her."

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